The commissioner continued to smile, standing guard at the door, not allowing him to step out: "General, rest assured, it's just a high-altitude air current."
But not far away, the secretary's face in the corridor was faintly pale, looking at him, rarely anxious.
He was stopped.
Fan Yun glanced at the secretary and looked at the commissioner: "I haven't been on trial yet, have I?"
"Of course."
The commissioner understood his meaning and glanced at his secretary: "If you insist."
"I want to have a drink with my subordinate, that's not against the rules, is it?"
Fan Yun made the request, regardless of causing further complications.
The commissioner looked back, letting the obstruction move aside, granting passage, and said nothing else, merely nodding at Fan Yun with a smile: "If you need anything, feel free to let us know."
The door closed.
In the silence, Fan Yun's expression darkened for a moment, then immediately calmed: "What's the matter?"
