"Director Lu, you wanted to see me?"
On a Sunday morning, Wang Qianfeng was on duty when a call from Lu Zhao summoned him to the office. A new year had begun. While the intelligence department had achieved many victories and honors, those were now history. Wang Qianfeng was adept at maintaining his composure and perspective. The calmer things seemed, the more vigilant one needed to be.
"Feng, this case was sent over by the Suzhou City Security Department. Take a look and see if there are any issues."
Wang Qianfeng received the documents with both hands. Upon first glance, his eyes landed on the name Wang Lan. He let out an involuntary snort of laughter.
"Wang Lan just can't sit still, can he? School just started, and in the very first week, he's already off helping the police catch robbers."
"That's not the point," Lu Zhao said, his voice low.
