Now that he'd turned things around, he got back in touch again.
Chen Fang also wanted to hold her head high, and couldn't help smiling. "Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow."
…
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiqiang, who hadn't drunk that evening, drove back to the unit for his shift.
The Legal Affairs Team wasn't as busy as the Security Team; normally they didn't have to do night duty.
But it wasn't "normally" right now. Today was the twenty‑sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, just a few days before New Year. To let the more than one million residents of Linghai have a safe and peaceful Spring Festival, all the office Police had to take turns on duty.
He walked into the office, put down the foldable wire‑frame cot, opened the cabinet, took out the quilt and spread it out. Then he thought for a moment, sat down at the desk, picked up the phone and dialed Han Yu's mobile.
