C522 I've Lost All My Face

There was an unfamiliar number calling. Qiao Wensheng looked and didn't know why, but his intuition told him that he was being petty. He didn't answer. He didn't answer anything except those he was familiar with.

At noon, when Johnson walked out of the Bureau building, he was surprised to see his car with a slight air of presence.

"You still have the face to come?" He smiled at her darkly