Li Qinglian filled her teacup with hot water. As she passed through the corridor, she saw through the glass that the room was nearly overflowing with white smoke, with several colleagues frowning in front of a messy array of documents and information tacked on the blackboard.
Someone called out "Officer Li" on the way, and she simply nodded in response, continuing toward her own office, her mind still swirling with complex thoughts and unable to settle down.
Until that person called out again.
"Officer Li, are you listening?"
"Hmm?"
Li Qinglian looked up to see two people standing in front of her.
The person in front was a familiar face from the police station, but the one behind seemed somewhat unfamiliar.
He was a tall man, around thirty years old.
