At the same time, inside the Jiangcheng Police Station.
Song Keren sat behind the desk, resting her head on one hand, a look of utter despair on her face.
Across from her, Shi Jiaxin eagerly asked, "Keren, has that Master replied yet? When can he return to Jiangcheng?"
Song Keren finally couldn't stand it any longer, standing up she said, "Sis, it's just this one sentence, you've already asked me three hundred and five times today."
"That many?" Shi Jiaxin seemed surprised and then laughed, "Then quickly contact the Master, the waiting really is unbearable."
"I really feel like reporting to the province now and having you transferred back." Song Keren said helplessly, "You don't focus on work, just keep pestering me with this one sentence all day, my ears are about to get calluses."
"Why don't I suggest you hurry and contact the Master, give me a definite word and I won't bother you." Shi Jiaxin coaxed.
