Lao Xing was a pitiable man. He had spent most of his life in the criminal investigation department and was now approaching 50 with no car, no house, and no wife. He was even that kind of person who couldn't claim the status of "midlife divorcee." In previous years, he had a few matchmaking prospects, but they all pulled out the "nice guy" card on him because of his age, profession, or various other reasons... Some didn't even bother with that.
In short, he was just like most people in his profession—without dreams, zest, prospects, or money. He spent his days either idle or incredibly busy, drinking, eating skewers, bullshitting, and waiting for retirement.
That day, as usual, after stuffing himself to the limit with a few colleagues by the streetside, he returned to his bachelor pad, ready to snooze off the effects of the alcohol.
But... as if it was destined for him to be single, it was also destined for him to be unlucky that day.
A phone call arrived as expected.
