It was noon.
Chengguan Police Station.
Everyone had gone to the cafeteria for lunch during their break. The cafeteria was directly across from the duty room where Dong Xuebin was staying, so nearly everyone passing the window would unconsciously, reflexively glance inside.
Curious.
Astonished.
Speechless.
That was everyone's reaction.
Because Dong Xuebin was simply too damn relaxed. No one could tell what he was thinking. He just cheerfully cooked, completely unconcerned with others' stares and utterly lacking any awareness that he was in a Police Station. He was incredibly self-absorbed.
Suddenly, a car drove into the courtyard.
"Director Chang?"
"Uh, Director Chang."
Several people hurriedly greeted her respectfully.
As soon as Chang Lin entered, she asked, "Where's Secretary Dong?"
A police officer gave a wry smile. "In the duty room, cooking... cooking."
Chang Lin glared when she heard that. "Cooking? You let Secretary Dong cook for himself?"
The officer hurriedly said, "The deputy director instructed us to help, but when someone went over to help with the stir-frying, Secretary Dong said it wasn't necessary and wouldn't let us intervene at all."
Chang Lin did not say anything further. Thinking it over, she figured Secretary Dong probably did have that sort of temperament. But cooking for himself? Chang Lin still felt embarrassed, perhaps also a little guilty. Dong Xuebin had come to take up his post, yet instead of properly welcoming him, they had arrested him. The officers below had even struck his arm with a baton and pointed guns at him. Dong Xuebin had nearly been run over by a minibus, and the people in that unlicensed vehicle were friends of Hu Hanbin, the director of the Police Station. Naturally, Chang Lin felt awful about it.
Striding inside, Chang Lin went straight to the duty room. After steadying her breathing,