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As Jiang Yuan settled into the conference room, someone served him a cup of brewed green tea that didn't taste very good.
Jiang Yuan was thirsty. He began to slurp his drink eagerly.
He had to speak in a while; without replenishing his fluids, it wouldn't be good for his health.
Zhang Xiaoya scrutinized Jiang Yuan carefully.
She had waited for Jiang Yuan for several hours at the Criminal Police Brigade, originally thinking he would return in the afternoon, then as evening came, and later as it turned late into the night.
If it were related to her own professional duties, hardly anyone would dare to have Director Zhang wait for such a long time. Zhang Xiaoya would not indulge such behavior either.
Yet, in the process of waiting for Jiang Yuan, not only was Zhang Xiaoya not angry, but she was also filled with a sense of gratitude.
This gratitude even seemed to grow with the passing time.
