After two exhausting days, Jiang Tong dragged her weary body back to the prosecution office.
As expected, she was nodding off again during the regular meeting.
"Jiang Tong! It's you again!"
Xu Rongguang's lion-like roar echoed in her ears.
Jiang Tong was startled awake, her eyes half-closed, still in a daze.
Xu Rongguang pulled a wry smile, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.
With his outburst, everyone in the meeting room turned their eyes to Jiang Tong.
She was a habitual offender; no one was surprised. Some even tried to stifle their laughter.
Since Jiang Tong joined the prosecution office, the once serious Xu Rongguang had been driven to frequent bouts of facial expression uncontrollability.
It actually made the prosecution office a bit livelier.
"Hmm? Mr. Xu, did you call me?"
Jiang Tong rubbed her eyes with her hand, looking innocent.
