Police Station.
The night was deep, but Old Qiao's office was still brightly lit.
His subordinates had all left for the day, but he stayed behind to work overtime. He claimed it was because he needed to write a report.
When everyone had left, Tang Yanqing brought two dinners into his office.
The two of them lowered the blinds on the glass partitions on all four sides.
Once that was done, they exchanged a smile, both feeling a bit awkward.
Old Qiao touched the "Mediterranean" bald spot on his head and cleared his throat: "If the people at the station saw the two of us actually together, they wouldn't believe their eyes."
Tang Yanqing shrugged: "Or they might think we're here to settle things once and for all."
Expressing the awkwardness made it dissipate. Tang Yanqing stepped forward and wiped the whiteboard clean, listing the clues of the Yanwu Square case one by one on it.
