December 31
It began to snow.
Zhou Ning fastened the hood of his down jacket and rushed towards his car, just about to reach for the door handle.
Mr. Pang caught up to him, his face beaming like a chrysanthemum, and the hair plastered on top of his head seemed to be thinning day by day.
"Forensic Doctor Zhou, you're moving too fast, a personal second-class merit from the entire provincial public security system, we wouldn't have received the collective third-class merit without you, so don't be in such a rush to leave. Whatever the leadership arranges, that's their business, but I'm hosting today, let's have a good gathering."
Zhou Ning smiled. He wasn't opposed to such gatherings.
