Shi Ying couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at Song Zhen, "You!"
In China, isn't a police station just another term for a police department?
At that moment, Shi Ying felt he was about to be fuming mad!
He suddenly remembered the three words that people outside used to describe Song Zhen: firm, upright, cold.
Exactly right!
"Song Zhen! You can't treat me like this!"
"..."
"Song Zhen! We're old friends who have collaborated before, do you really need to treat me this way? If this deal doesn't work out, I..."
"Shi Ying, you have to be confident."
Song Zhen looked seriously into the eyes of the about-to-explode Shi Ying and asked, "You have an older brother, and your brother has a son, so you've already got two powerful rivals. Now, do you want to bring a sister home too?"
Shi Ying was taken aback and looked back into Song Zhen's deep eyes, asking uncertainly, "What do you mean?"
Song Zhen pointed at the sofa: "Sit."
The two sat down again.
