"It's not over yet?" At that moment, a man in his forties stood at the door. He had a beer belly. This man was none other than Deputy Chief Qian Jun.
"You can't even handle a small matter properly." Qian Jun looked at Jiang Fan and frowned. He lectured, "We are the police. We can't waste everything on a small matter. Whoever is causing trouble here, bring them here and take them away."
Before Jiang Fan could say anything, the dean, who was standing at the side, walked out trembling. He smiled and greeted Qian Jun. He said humbly, "Deputy Chief, you're here. I knew you were coming, why don't we talk in the office?"
Qian Jun glanced at the dean and said, "No, we still have something on today."
