"Thank you, Sister Meng," Lu Shuai said with a smile, confidently stepping into the Shadow Owl Base.
Tang Chendan was reviewing the latest files on the Little Stripper case. The situations of several new victims were peculiar, and there weren't enough people at the Shadow Owl, so everyone was working overtime to investigate. Today, she was heading to the Northern Fourth District.
Lu Shuai stood at the door quietly appreciating, the black Night Patrol uniform not only did not disguise the watery gentleness of a Beijing woman but added a special allure, as if it was going to melt him. Her long eyelashes shimmered with artistic radiance in the morning light, her snowy skin was soft and delicate, and her pink lips resembled a cherry touched by morning dew.
Really want to take a sip.
Knock, knock, knock...
Tang Chendan looked up, Lu Shuai holding a bouquet, leaning against the door, twirling two fingers of his right hand, made a very handsome greeting, "Miss Tang, good morning."
