The Improving Team

"Brother Qin, are you leaving?"

The morning passed quickly.

Qin Yu brought a middle-aged couple to look at the house and signed the preliminary agreement on the spot.

Later that afternoon, after having lunch with his colleagues, he packed up his documents, carried his briefcase, and prepared to leave.

Qin Yu waved his hand in response.

A black second-hand Volkswagen drove out from the underground garage.

It was late autumn and the sun was shining brightly. He squinted his eyes before opening them. The sky was blue and the temperature was suitable. He rolled down the car window and a cool breeze blew in.

The car moved through the heavy traffic.

The bustle of a top metropolis was reflected in his eyes.

Last night, the Malang Police Station had sent out soldiers to station at almost every junction. It was as if they were colleagues who had dispersed the darkness along with the sunlight.