Mr. Li pushed the door open, his voice barely concealing his excitement.
Zhang Chao, who was working at the desk, immediately looked up and grabbed the notebook on the table: "Mr. Ma, what can we do for you?"
"I heard it's something good."
Mr. Li winked mysteriously, his lips curling up involuntarily.
Five minutes later, the two of them arrived at the door of Mr. Ma's office.
Mr. Li straightened the collar of his police uniform and gently knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Mr. Ma's deep voice came from inside.
Entering the room, they saw Mr. Ma leisurely sipping tea, the fragrance of which filled the office.
Seeing the relaxed demeanor of their boss, they both relaxed—there didn't seem to be any urgent cases.
"Have a seat,"
Mr. Ma gestured to the sofa opposite him. Once they were seated, he asked, "Is yesterday's case resolved?"
Mr. Li straightened his back and reported, "It's all wrapped up, the facts are clear, and the evidence is solid."
