As soon as the words fell, Jiang An suddenly stood up from his seat.
His hands tightly gripped the hem of his clothes, his lips trembling slightly with excitement, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to speak.
His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were slightly red.
At this moment, he leaned forward slightly, his eyes casually sweeping towards the podium in front of him, with Wan and Zhang Yean sitting close by his side.
Wan was intently staring at the notebook in front of him, occasionally jotting down notes with his pen.
No one had mentioned that he would be promoted to deputy team leader.
For a moment, Jiang An felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of electricity, his body instantly frozen.
He even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears, raising his hand to rub them and shaking his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.
Although Jiang An didn't come from a family of police officers.
