Gathering
Editor: Atlas Studios
Shang Sheng looked pleadingly at the Old Master sitting at the head of the table. Grandpa Lian smiled comfortingly and said, "Calm down. Little Jing is very happy now."
Even if he was old and his eyesight was failing, he had still noticed the object on Shen Yin's hand. Lian Jing seemed to have put in a lot of effort. Now, he would not have to worry about Lian Jing's marriage anymore.
The car drove to the usual place and stopped. Shen Yin looked suspiciously at Lian Jing, who was holding back his laughter. "I have the feeling that you guys are hiding something from me."
"Really? What can it be?" Lian Jing turned his head to look at her, unable to hide the amusement in his eyes. "You still can't bear to get out of the car?"
"Rubbish!" Shen Yin snorted. She pushed open the car door, and walked out.
She met many colleagues at the entrance of the police station. All of them greeted Shen Yin with a smile before walking away with a strange expression.