Mr. Zhao laughed and looked toward the man who was holding Zhou Ning's work ID.
The man's face betrayed no emotion, but since he knew Zhou Ning was from the same system and still politely sought to explain, the mere fact that he'd suddenly appeared and started commanding everything with an aggressive air, if he respected and cared about his words, he would have probably agreed earlier, or at least made it clear that Zhou Ning was his colleague.
With no hints and no explanations, and with an attitude that seemed to be waiting to see how Mr. Zhao would perform, what else was there to misunderstand? Either he usually didn't get along with this department, or he simply didn't care about Zhou Ning's out-of-province police ID.
Once the stage was set, the play had to go on.
It wouldn't be appropriate for Zhou Ning to step forward in this situation, so Mr. Zhao took a step forward and approached the short and chubby man with glasses.
