"By the way, Captain Zhou should have reported to you about those two thieves, right?"
Zhang Dayong handed over a cigarette and, after lighting it, said, "Yeah, you don't have to worry about it; he'll handle it for you."
"Alright." Qi Yun took the cigarette and continued, "By the way, Director Zhang, where do you live? A friend of mine gave me some Qamagou recently; I'll have someone bring you some later."
"Qamagou? Sure, that's good stuff. I live at xxxxx..."
"..."
After seeing the other party's car leave, Qi Yun took out the string of emerald necklace from the bag, returned to the hotpot restaurant, and whispered something to Old Feng.
...
After dealing with these matters, it was already past ten o'clock when Qi Yun got home.
Zhao Qing heard the commotion at the door and immediately ran happily to open it, quickly throwing herself into Qi Yun's arms without a word.
Qi Yun gently hugged her, patted her back, and said softly, "What's up? Missing me, huh?"
