"Hey, handsome, you're a cop too, right?" Wei Chenghui wasn't wearing a uniform, but from the way he ran just now you could tell, plus the guy had a gun tucked at his left waist. Nowadays, it's rare to see a cop with a gun.
Being called handsome made Wei Chenghui quite pleased, so his attitude towards you was also quite friendly. He smiled and said, "I am indeed a police officer. May I ask for your name, friend?"
Your height was not much different from Wei Chenghui, but there was a very noticeable contrast between the two of you: despite it being a severe winter, you were dressed for late autumn.
Speaking of clothing, there's a popular saying this year: There's a kind of cold, known as 'your mom thinks you're cold.'
But for you, it's your elder sister who thinks you're cold.
Originally, you were just going to wear a few early-autumn clothes, but Li Qiyi saw you and insisted you wear more, so you reluctantly put on your thickest gear.
