Noon.
11:59:59 AM.
In the office at the Internet Surveillance Bureau, the moment the clock's hands hit 12 sharp, the tick of the hand resounded along a woman's voice. She had grasped the time perfectly.
Fan Yingyun waved. "It's lunch break. Teacher Zhang, let's go and have a meal together."
Zhang Ye was a little embarrassed. "Let's go with everyone?"
Fan Yingyun said, "They haven't finished their tasks yet, so ignore them."
Brothers and sisters, that sure was what you’d call hateful.
Zhang Ye blinked and said politely, "Then I'll go first? Do I need to bring anything back for the rest of you?"
An old cyber-police said, "There's no need. Go ahead Teacher Zhang. We'll have our meal once we’ve completed our work."
