Leaving the restaurant, Song Guanchao waited outside the police station for Liang Jiajia to finish work.
While waiting, he reviewed the alarm information.
After several days of intense scrutiny, he had gone through most of the reports from the past half month.
Yet he hadn't found anything useful.
He wasn't in a rush.
The lack of noteworthy alarm information was good news.
But this didn't mean much, it was only a reference.
Who knew what the gun thief was holding back.
"Finished work?"
When he saw Liang Jiajia come out, Song Guanchao quickly approached and got into the car.
Liang Jiajia was still silent, with a faint weariness in her brows.
Back at home, took a shower, and went to bed.
Looking at Liang Jiajia's back turned towards him, Song Guanchao felt somewhat helpless.
The next morning, Song Guanchao arrived at Secretary Chu's office.
Secretary Xu showed considerable respect for this powerful figure from the City Committee, at least on the surface.
