Officer Liu blinked his eyes.
He walked over.
Looking at Lin Xian, who was deep in thought with his head bowed:
"Lin Xian, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem so out of spirits?"
Lin Xian lifted his head and shook it:
"Perhaps... I've just been too tired lately."
Officer Liu patted Lin Xian's shoulder seriously:
"You really look pale, you weren't like this last night... Maybe the bloody scene was too much for you? You should go home and rest."
Lin Xian nodded, grabbed his brown notebook, left the Donghai City Public Security Bureau, and took a taxi to MX Company.
He didn't go home.
Because he had just received a message from the company's reception, saying a lawyer from Mi Country was looking for him.
A lawyer from Mi Country?
What did they want?
Lin Xian arrived at his 20th-floor office and sat down, then had the reception bring the waiting Mi Country lawyer from the VIP room to his office for a meeting.
"Hello, Mr. Lin."
