"Is that so?" Hua Qingyi watched as Director Zhao sat back into his office chair. His complexion didn't look as pale, yet it wasn't quite rosy either; rather, it was a shade of waxy yellow.
"Regarding the brickyard, don't mention it to anyone yet, to avoid unnecessary panic." Hua Qingyi promptly made the decision. Xiao Lin's disappearance is likely tied to the secret behind the brickyard; perhaps he's discovered something, but I haven't yet found the signs he left behind.
"Yes! I understand, I won't be talking about it everywhere. I do have that much common sense."
"There's no one else here; you can continue." Hua Qingyi lit a cigarette and found a comfortable spot to sit, wrapping himself in clothes, feeling that this precinct had a certain chill to it.
