After the case was solved, the head of the criminal police team, Li Jian, walked with a spring in his step.
He had just walked out of the interrogation room door and couldn't wait to take out his phone.
His fingers swiftly slid across the screen, dialing Mr. Ma's number.
He understood that within the whole bureau, besides himself, Mr. Ma was the most concerned about the progress of the case.
Before heading out this morning, Mr. Ma had mentioned the matter of the reporters' interviews, his words full of anxiety.
After three rings, the call connected, and Li Jian put the phone to his ear, his rich voice sounding: "Hello, Mr. Ma."
He chuckled, the fatigue on his face vanishing, replaced by uncontrollable excitement, and said, "Mr. Ma, look, I've brought you some good news."
At that moment, Mr. Ma was sitting in his office, leisurely leaning against the back of his chair, holding a cup of kung fu tea lightly in his right hand, about to take a sip.
