The Cold Case Squad's sign had just been put up when they had to pause for two days due to the Li Sen case. To an old hand like Wan Baoming, this was a relief, but he worried about how a young man like Jiang Yuan might take it.
Ordinary young people come to terms with things slowly through society's harsh lessons, but no one wanted to treat Jiang Yuan harshly because of his exceptional skills, so they had to slowly and sincerely work on him.
Jiang Yuan felt something, and yet he didn't.
As a child, living on the charity of others, he was highly attuned to people's emotions. But as he grew up and his family's house was demolished and they continued living on charity, he no longer needed to be so sensitive to others' feelings.
Now, sitting in the meeting room of the Changyang City Criminal Police Detachment, Jiang Yuan was starting to feel as comfortable as if he were in his own kitchen.
"It's a pity Li Sen can't be sentenced to death," Jiang Yuan remarked with a tinge of regret.
