At work, Shen Yin was still in a daze, letting her imagination run wild as she thought about the letters Lian Jing had received that morning.
Zheng Ling bit into an apple and walked over with a box of cut honeydew. "Boss, what are you thinking about? Have some fruit."
"Thank you." Shen Yin looked up at Zheng Ling, who was always cheerful and never seemed to have any worries. Her gloomy mood suddenly improved, and she teased half-jokingly, "You like fruits so much, no wonder you're so cute."
When her superior praised her appearace, Zheng Ling shyly rubbed her hands behind her back and smiled embarrassedly. "No, I'm just greedy. In terms of looks, Boss, you're the number one beauty in our police station!"
"What an exaggeration." Shen Yin did not think that she could compare to those young, beautiful, and energetic girls in the police station.
The two of them were talking in the office when Meng Heng suddenly knocked on the office door.
