Bias

Xu Lan laid on the bed with his cell phone in hand, unsure whether or not he should call Bai Wu and ask how things were on his end. The phone then began ringing abruptly, causing him to lose his grip. It promptly fell on his forehead.

"Hey?"

"Sergeant Xu, are you crying?" Wang Hao asked in a probing and suspicious manner.

"F*ck! If you have something to say, say it! If you need to fart, do it quickly!" Xu Lan massaged his nose, which gave him a thick nasal quality in his scolding voice.

"Er, uh, Sergeant Xu. There's some new progress in the results of the investigation. The director general requested that you come and take a look at them. After all, you've been following the case from the beginning." Xu Lan was imagining Wang Hao's reaction at that time: the man was probably rubbing his hands, wanting to look directly at Xu Lan but afraid to actually do so.