The nameplate on the office door read: Gu Qing.
He pushed open the door, walked in, then sat down on the chair, lifted his feet onto the desk, reclined there, closed his eyes, and thought about going back to sleep.
Just then, suddenly, his office door was knocked on loudly.
Without even opening his eyes, the man shouted, "Come in."
The door swung open, and the bespectacled woman who had led the interrogation of Fang Ze this morning walked in expressionlessly.
An entire day's work left no trace of fatigue on her face or any mark on her clothes.
She carried a stack of documents to the desk, dumped them with a thud, and said coldly, "Coming in right before quitting time, you've piled up so much work. Is this how you perform as a director?"
Gu Qing, head resting on the chair, his body forming a "√" shape, replied weakly without opening his eyes, "Deputy, deputy..."
"Wouldn't it have been better if you had contacted Bai Zhi about it?"
"Isn't she back?"