The Old Men Were All the Same

The Old Men Were All the Same

How could Director Song not know what kind of person his mentor was? He didn't want to puncture Wang Shouyi's smug little daydream, either. After all, he had an idea of his own, and first he needed to get Wang Shouyi on board. Only then could he achieve his goal.

So Director Song quickly nodded along, then, as if he'd suddenly thought of something, hurriedly spoke up for Wang Yue. "Master, you can't blame Little Yue. You're always telling him that Director Xia's little girl should marry him. Of course he'd take her around with him every day. It was all my fault back then. If Director Xia hadn't been protecting me, he wouldn't have been stabbed and killed. Director Xia's little girl would've come to the station all the time, and maybe Little Yue wouldn't have been so reluctant to become a police officer."

Hearing Director Song say that, Wang Shouyi grew a little melancholy. He had said as much back then, hoping the two children would be betrothed. Director Xia hadn't been willing at first, but when he saw how well the children got along, he'd stopped objecting.

But life was unpredictable. After Director Xia passed away, Sister-in-law Xia had become a real headache for him, and he'd gradually forgotten about the matter.

Wang Yue had no idea his old man was overthinking things again. How could he not see what Director Song was up to? He was trying to get him into the police force, too. Without waiting for Wang Shouyi to speak, he said helplessly, "Director Song, even if I wanted to work at the police station now, it's too late. Besides, I've still got a year before I get my doctorate. There's plenty of time."

Director Song seemed