His mind raced. Shen Xin immediately said, "It ended a while ago. I didn't drink. Something came up at the station, so Captain Zhang went back to work overtime. It's nothing."
Shen Xin fudged the truth.
Zhang Qian said, "Oh," and didn't press the matter.
As a police officer's family member, sudden overtime was all too common.
"Alright then. Good night." Zhang Qian hung up.
Shen Xin breathed a quiet sigh of relief and lay back down.
He couldn't help but wonder where Zhang Jian had gone.
He had been drinking, so he definitely wouldn't have gone back to the station to work.
As for getting a sudden impulse to go get a "foot massage"—that was absolutely impossible.
If his luck was bad and he got caught in a raid, it would be a huge embarrassment.
He probably had some personal business to attend to.
That was his own business, and it wasn't Shen Xin's place to meddle.
But after lying there for just ten seconds, Shen Xin abruptly sat up.
'Something's not right!'
