Everyone thought he would resist.
However, he did not.
There wasn't much panic on his face either.
He just sighed, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, "Oh, by the way, everyone's been busy with work recently, I've made some ginseng soup, remember to have a bowl each, you hear me, guys?"
These words were all too familiar to everyone.
Almost every night they worked overtime, they would hear this reminder.
Over the years, as Gao Xinpeng was nearing retirement.
He would always do what he could to make food for everyone.
In summer, there was mung bean soup and barley tea, in winter, ginger soup and ginseng soup; in short, he had always been committed to the police team.
"Master, we will."
Lin Zhongqing nodded.
His eyes were already wet.
Gao Xinpeng raised his hands, making a gesture of cooperating to be handcuffed.
A policeman took out the handcuffs and was about to step forward, but Lin Zhongqing stopped him.
