She was so angry that she stormed back to her office and saw Zhang Wenhui alone making tea. She couldn't help but ask angrily, "Chief Zhang, how can you be so unruffled?"
"There's no use in us getting worked up," Zhang Wenhui said with a smile. "We don't need to get involved in this kind of thing. When the time comes, someone else will step in, right?"
"What do you mean by that, Chief Zhang?" Song Xiaojia asked, confused.
"Lin Chuan is not someone to mess with. Do you think his friends will have problems just because you can't help? He's got everything under control! Besides, his friend's issue isn't such a big deal. Anybody with clear eyes can see what's really going on," Zhang Wenhui said as he sipped his tea.
"Are you sure?" Song Xiaojia asked, frowning.
...
At the Huai Mountain South Road police station, in the office of the chief.
Li Jiangping had received calls from both Song Ming and Tang Yumeng, leaving him deep in thought.
The call from Tang Yumeng was understandable, but the call from Song Ming was somewhat vague and hard to decipher. A case that seemed straightforward was getting complicated with others meddling.