Director Zhang walked briskly, humming a tune. When he knocked on the door again, he appeared quite confident. Mr. Jing opened it.
"Is it you?" Mr. Jing said, about to close the door.
"Wait, your daughter has committed a serious crime! She's already been arrested and sentenced."
Director Zhang briefly explained what had happened, then hinted, "This is a serious matter. She could be sentenced to hard labor for a year or two. Think about it—men and women sleeping in the same quarters, your delicate daughter being eyed by a pack of hungry wolves... However, there is a way out. After all, I'm the one who allocates the housing."
Mr. Jing looked at Director Zhang skeptically. My daughter's temperament... could she really have been arrested? Even if she was, honestly, with her terrifying strength, one punch would...
Seeing Mr. Jing's disbelief, Director Zhang took out three cell phones. "All phones were confiscated. One of these must belong to your daughter, right?"
