Old Qian—Qian Zhihai—was taking his statement.
Through the observation window on the door, Shen Xin could see Bai Jifei's profile.
The first time they met at the police dog training base, he had left a very good impression on Shen Xin.
Although his clothes were simple and ordinary, he had an excellent air about him.
At the time, Shen Xin thought he seemed like a successful man—even if he wasn't successful now, he must have been in the past.
His speech and mannerisms all gave off a very respectable impression.
But seeing him again now...
His medium-length, layered hair was a bit greasy. His skin, which had been fair and clear, was now tinged with a faint pallor.
There was fine stubble on his chin, a sign of neglect.
Sitting there, he was involuntarily hunched over.
'It was like...'
Shen Xin thought for a moment, finding the right description.
'Like his very spirit had been drained away.'
