Jiang City, a small eatery near the East City Public Security Bureau.
Du Qiang sat in plain clothes on a chair: "Boss, one order of braised pork, one order of cola chicken wings, two bowls of rice, and two bottles of soda!"
"Alright, coming right up!"
The voice of the restaurant owner came from the kitchen.
"These should be fine, right?" Du Qiang smiled at the girl across from him.
At this moment, Jiang Yu sat somewhat uneasily, her head lowered. Even though the two of them had resolved their misunderstandings over the past two days, she still dared not meet Du Qiang's eyes, always feeling an innate sense of inferiority.
In the span of these two days, with Du Qiang's help, things had finally come to a close, and she had also left the Public Security Bureau, but the feelings of inferiority in her heart hadn't disappeared. Thankfully, she wasn't as agitated as she was at the start, wanting to end her life.
