Chen Fang's mode of transportation was an aged pedal scooter.
He had bought it from a second-hand market when he started working at the Health Bureau.
It had vanished somewhere in his efforts to save Zhao Xixi.
The current one, costing nearly fifty thousand, was undoubtedly gifted by Zhao Xixi.
What did this mean? Were they square now?
If it had been from someone else, Chen Fang might not have dared to accept it, but it was different when it was from Zhao Xixi.
Around 8:30 in the morning, Chen Fang rode his beloved little motorcycle to the Safety Supervision Bureau compound.
The Changming County Safety Supervision Bureau was located at the end of Fujian Road, about 3 kilometers from the county government.
It was a small building of only four stories.
In front of the building was a courtyard of moderate size.
