Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another week has passed.
Jiang Tong had packed a few everyday clothes and was preparing to head to A City for the first round of interviews for the Supreme Prosecution candidates.
She was still a bit nervous; after all, she had heard that the current head of the Supreme Prosecution had a somewhat peculiar temperament.
And he was always elusive like a mythical dragon.
"Tongtong, have you packed your things? I'll take you to the airport first."
Bao Nan, who was in the bedroom, had already changed into a formal black suit, paired with a solid red tie.
His eyebrows were slightly arched, and the indifferent and distant aura around him dissipated, leaving only extreme tenderness and attachment.
Hearing his voice, Jiang Tong habitually picked up the national emblem from the leather box beside the dressing table and walked over to him to help him put it on.
