Second floor, office.
Ya Tianxing returned from the meeting and just placed the meeting materials on the desk when he heard a knock on the door.
"Knock. Knock. Knock."
The door was knocked.
Ya Tianxing furrowed his brows, "Come in."
Bu Yirong pushed the door open, holding a stack of photos as he walked in from outside.
"These are the 'Yan Zi' photos taken this morning. They want you to pick one."
As soon as he came over, Bu Yirong handed all the photos to Ya Tianxing.
"You came to deliver them?"
Taking the stack of photos, Ya Tianxing furrowed his brow again.
The vice squad leader acting as a courier is quite quirky.
"I just happened to be free," Bu Yirong lightly smiled and said, "You're in a bad mood after the meeting, so they asked me to deliver."
Ya Tianxing didn't refute this.
Mo Shangjun disliked meetings, which was not an exception; most people disliked meetings.
