Tengda, Old Tang felt quite comfortable; for some unknown reason, just the thought of a bunch of people busying themselves with his case report gave him an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
He felt like he was being a bit of a pervert, but he really couldn't control his thoughts.
Nothing much would happen before the New Year anyway. That case involving Lan Baosheng would at least wait until after the seventh day of the New Year. Sigh, so boring. Why is it so idle?
The time flew by, and it was New Year's Eve. Old Tang was at home watching the Spring Festival Gala, and although he didn't like it, he really had nothing else to do at that time.
It was snowing heavily again tonight. Old Tang planned to go to bed early, as New Year's Eve was just another ordinary day for him.
Just as he was about to go to bed, someone knocked on the door of his home.
Opening it, he found Wang Qingqing, covered in snowflakes.
