Jiang Tong was still blinking in confusion, thinking for a good while before she reacted.
After a brief silence, she quickly moved her body and jumped out of bed.
The sink was in a corner by the door, requiring two turns to reach it.
It took Jiang Tong ten minutes to get back after washing up.
The porridge on the table wasn't as hot as when it was brought back.
But it was still slightly warm.
Jiang Tong scooped a big mouthful of porridge into her mouth, then groped for the documents on the chair with her other hand.
"What's your diplomatic department's plan today?" she curiously looked at Bao Nan.
Although the prosecutor's office and the diplomatic department came together.
But their work seemed different, as if they just came along for the ride.
It was said to be for saving costs.
Bao Nan was also flipping through documents by the bed. Hearing her question, he looked up slightly, "Planting rice seedlings."
"Hmm?"
