When it was time to get off work, Feng Yonglin looked at Li Xiang, who seemed to have nothing to do, and told him to leave first.
He wanted to help, but there really wasn't anything he could do right now, so he just went with the flow and headed home.
His mindset was great; he knew that being in the task force meant listening, observing, and learning a lot. He didn't have any arrogant idea that he'd solve cases just because he had some "cheat codes."
Professional tasks should be entrusted to professionals.
Fighting, now that's his forte.
Just as he was about to take a cab at the entrance of the police station, Li Xiang saw a red Panamera pull up in front of him. The window rolled down to reveal Lin Feifei's delicate face: "Off work? Get in."
"Is this your car?"
Li Xiang looked the car up and down; he had to admit, it was indeed beautiful and matched Lin Feifei's vibe perfectly.
