June 20th.
The midday sun was blazing, and Fengri City's summer had begun to reveal its true fierceness. Of course, compared to August or September, it was still gentle, but just one trip under the sun would leave your back drenched in sweat.
Shen Hao came back in the morning, took a shower at home, changed into fresh clothes, and threw himself right back into the Public Office.
Even though the higher-ups had put a lid on the case, Jiang Cheng had said the work needed to be done properly and not half-assed. At the very least, every lead from Xu Hong's side had to be straightened out and understood, and then recorded in the files; only then would the case be considered closed.
Shen Hao didn't like leaving things hanging. He wanted to finish quickly, so he wouldn't have it gnawing at him.
