Zhao Zhengbin glanced at the bruises all over Su Zhe and sighed helplessly.
Su Zhe had only been working here as a public security administrator for two or three days, yet the shelter's public order had somehow gotten worse and worse... A large part of it was due to the chain of conflicts sparked whenever Su Zhe tried to mediate someone else's dispute...
An auntie who accused him of serving food unfairly threw a tantrum and yanked his hair. Five- or six-year-old children running all over the place shot him in the eye socket with rubber guns. After he disciplined the children, their parents came to demand justice. He mocked them for their poor parenting and got beaten up again...
"Why don't you go back to being a Night Watchman?" Zhao Zhengbin could not help but advise.
"No need!" Su Zhe's eyes widened. Then he craned his neck, stubbornly talking tough like a proud goose. "I like mediating neighborhood disputes. There's nothing much to do every day, other than getting beaten up a couple of times... Once they've beaten me up, aren't they fine? Honestly, I think I have a talent for this. I'm just a little lacking in experience."
Zhao Zhengbin: ...
Zhao Zhengbin did not want to waste any more time on this subject, so he changed the topic.
"Oh, right. While you were getting beaten up over there... uh, mediating a dispute, a girl who looked a lot like you was sitting beside me... Do you have a younger sister or something?"
Su Zhe froze.
He abruptly turned his head, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings as if desperately searching for something.
"Where is she?? Where is she?"
"...She already left."
"She left?"
"She got a call. The person on the other end seemed to be her