"Three legs?"
Liang Jiajia was momentarily puzzled.
Don't people have two legs? Where did the third come from?
A few seconds later, she understood Song Guanchao's meaning.
She glared at him, embarrassed and angry: "Behave yourself."
Then she redirected the topic to the case he wanted to investigate: "Aren't you the head of the City Government Office? Why are you investigating this?"
She always felt Song Guanchao was a bit unfocused, often doing things unrelated to him.
Investigating should be the police's task, handling reports is the Disciplinary Committee's job, and it hardly relates to him as the head of the City Government Office.
Song Guanchao sighed: "The informant first went to the Disciplinary Committee, but they wouldn't handle it, so they came to me."
"How did the informant come to you?" Liang Jiajia still couldn't understand.
"I don't know either." Song Guanchao shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe my reputation is better?"
