I frowned slightly, puzzled, until I shifted my gaze upward and saw his face clearly, and my mind shattered.
I never could've imagined that I would be facing Gu Tingshen.
Suddenly, the image of Gu Tingshen from seven or eight years ago surfaced in my mind. Back then, he was so wild, with a gang of rich kids hanging around him, silencing anyone they disapproved with just a glance. People addressed him as "Crown Prince" to his face and referred to him as an ancestor behind his back.
Everyone thought that with his family's three generations in office, it would end with him. His disposition was too wild and proud; he simply didn't seem like someone who would don an official uniform and mingle with those brown-nosing subordinates.
So, it was really hard for me to reconcile the person in my memory with the stern and steady figure before me now, clad in deep-colored police attire.
"Director—"
The aide behind Gu Tingshen spoke up, snapping me out of my shock.