"Why are you staring at me? Did flowers grow on my face? Are you mesmerized by my divine looks?"
Wang Yan drove the little car one-handed, turning his head to look at Xia Jie, who was staring at him blankly like an idiot.
"You're so narcissistic." Xia Jie rolled her eyes. "I was just thinking, this time you've done quite a bit of good, haven't you? You rescued sixteen children at the scene. That gang was brazen enough—who knows how many children they'd abducted before this. And you spent an entire night watching surveillance footage, identified the traffickers, and even provided the license plate number."
"It counts as some good deeds, but not to that extent." Wang Yan chuckled. "Our country has been fighting human trafficking for so many years. Those comrades who've been running around doing this work all year long are the ones who've truly accumulated immeasurable merit. Who knows how many children they've saved? I only provided some clues. The investigation, surveillance, and operation over the past month or so were the result of everyone's efforts. You can't put all the credit on me.
"But now, I can finally face those two families. You have no idea—when I was walking around Dongning Village, if I happened to run into them and saw the pleading hope in their eyes, it felt awful."
"You're really a good person."
"Well said. Don't say it again. Haven't you seen any Jiang Wen movies? Good people are the ones who get guns pointed at them. Being a good person is hard, I'm telling you. Never think you can have it both ways. You want to be a good person and have the people thank you too? Impossible. Take that neighbor dispute we mediated a couple days ago. One family kept leaving their