Chen Yuanjun strode over to the sports car and rapped twice on the window with his knuckles.
The sports car, which had already been moving slowly, immediately came to a stop. The window rolled down gradually.
The car sat low to the ground, and its body was low as well, so Chen Yuanjun had no choice but to bend down and look inside.
Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he blurted out:
"Yuanzi?!"
There were two people in the car. Besides the beautiful woman who was often ogled by the young officers and older men at the Public Security Bureau during her commute, there was also a young man in the passenger seat.
Wasn't that his unlucky little cousin from home?
"Cousin, what a coincidence." Zhang Yuanqing gave an awkward yet polite smile.
"Why are you here?" Chen Yuanjun looked at his cousin, then at his breathtakingly beautiful mixed-race female colleague.
It was as though he understood something. His expression immediately became complicated.
"Guan Ya is my friend. I came to ask her to help me with something today, and I'm treating her to dinner while I'm at it." Zhang Yuanqing shot his cousin a look that said, You know what I mean, then added, "Tell Grandmother I won't be home for dinner tonight."
Guan Ya gave a reserved, goddess-like smile and nodded in greeting. "Captain Chen—oh, I should be calling you Chief Chen from now on."
So it was him. It really was him. Chen Yuanjun nodded, his emotions a tangled mess.
He had never expected his cousin to actually know someone in the system—and not just anyone, but the famed goddess of the Public Security Bureau.
For such a major matter to be settled just like that, their relationship probably wasn't ordinary. When had the two of them met?