Is he really this easygoing?
Fu Qian was wearing a plainclothes outfit with a hint of alcohol smell.
He noted this when he was about to change clothes, feeling a moment of amazement at his partner's suggestion.
Technically, it's not just an image issue; it's subtle, like not being able to wear uniforms for certain tasks, involving principles.
But since the senior has said so—
He quickly fastened his belt, grabbed his weapon, and went to the coat rack for a jacket, finishing his preparations.
At this moment, Tina, having discarded her hat, hesitated while looking at the dripping infusion tube.
Carrying such items out could indeed be persuasive, slightly proving the nature of her work here, dispelling misunderstandings.
But whether she should actually do it, she was still unsure.
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