Office of the Head of the Supreme Prosecution.
Ji Hezhou squinted his eyes, still holding the crumpled newspaper.
In front of him was Du Ruoqiao, who had just been chatting with Jiang Tong at the cemetery.
"Oh, a busy man like you actually has time to see an old friend like me!"
Ji Hezhou put down the newspaper and teased.
Upon hearing this, Du Ruoqiao raised an eyebrow, "What, you're not happy I came to see you?"
For many years, Ji Hezhou had been sending people to look for him.
He just didn't want to see him, that's all.
Now that he had come to him personally, this guy was being sarcastic.
That really annoyed him.
"How could that be." Ji Hezhou snorted lightly, "I'm overjoyed."
So happy he could just punch him to death.
As his words ended, the office once again sunk into silence.
After a long pause, Ji Hezhou slowly spoke, "What? Are you finally willing to step out for Jiang Tong this time?"
"Yes."
