Tan Xiang's words left Song Guanchao silent.
But she was not wrong.
Whether a member of a criminal group lives or dies doesn't really matter.
"When has the time been changed to?"
"Monday at eleven in the morning, at Shao Yuan Town Cement Factory."
"I got it."
Remembering the time and place, Song Guanchao hung up the phone and immediately called Liang Jianfeng.
Confirming Liang Jianfeng was at the municipal bureau, he rushed over there.
As he walked through the reception hall into the inside office, he happened to run into Wen Ru.
"Political Commissioner Wen." He smiled and greeted.
Wen Ru was a bit surprised; she noticed Song Guanchao had been coming over quite frequently today.
She smiled and nodded at him, heading to the office.
As they brushed past each other, she withdrew her smile, her gaze thoughtful.
Entering the office, she picked up her tea cup and took a sip, placing her right hand on the table, her fingers lightly tapping the tabletop rhythmically.
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