"What did they offer you to come and talk to me?" Meng Xinian asked indifferently.
"To wash my clothes and stinky socks for three days!" Zhao Xin replied immediately, puffing out his chest.
Meng Xinian continued walking forward, adding, "Tell them that they won't receive any more letters until I get one."
"Ah?"
In other words, if he didn't receive a letter, others would still have to suffer!
"Captain, Captain..." Zhao Xin cried out, trying to catch up, but Meng Xinian turned and glared at him, making him stop in his tracks.
These days, Meng Xinian was a frequent visitor to the communication department. As soon as he arrived, the Supervisor Guard's face fell, "Captain Meng, there's no letter for you."
Usually, his words were useless, and Meng Xinian still insisted on checking for himself. But this time, Meng Xinian just hummed in response and didn't search through the letters; instead, he headed for the telephone.
"I'll make a call."
