Zhao Yang watched Xia Bing with a smile that was more a smirk than genuine amusement, relishing the awkwardness on her face.
Director Xia, oh Director Xia, you too have seen this day!
It seems that besides me, there's someone else who can render you speechless with teasing.
"Sigh, it took me quite an effort to send those people away, and here comes another wave. I'm not dead yet. Why are they in such a hurry?" Xia Zhen sighed.
"Grandpa, they're just concerned about you. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't bother visiting at all!" Xia Bing said.
"You little trickster, playing dumb with a full deck. Do you really think they're here for me? They're here for my old subordinates, your aunt, your uncles—that's who they want. Don't you understand that? When in power, we're surrounded by a constant stream of visitors, but once power fades, so does the crowd. You, now a police chief, should have understood these roundabout ways long ago," Xia Zhen said.
