Bai Jian's face was bright red, as if it were smeared with oil.
He was dressed in plain clothes, his police uniform washed clean, his leather shoes polished to a spotless sheen.
He was truly happy, to the point that he didn't even care who had solved the case.
The case in Ma Jiazhuang had weighed heavily on his mind for a long time, and no matter the reason it was solved, it was a beautiful thing for him.
The police officers dispatched to other places gradually returned; those who came back early caught the photo session, posing and twisting alongside Bai Jian,
Huang Qiangmin watched with a chuckle, standing on the sidelines and enjoying the happiness of the Shi Ting County officers, turning to Liu Jinghui with a smile, "Young people nowadays are so different from us. Back in our day, we were reluctant to take photos and had to be coaxed three times before we'd hesitantly step onto the stage."
