C57 Her Way of Doing Things

This was the first time Ji Xiaquan had come to the police station. It was different from what he had imagined. There were a few pots of coarse old men's meat on the plain corridor. They were badly damaged and malnourished, but their vitality was strong.

There were no fierce faces with scars on their faces, only those police officers who stayed up late with dark eyebags that looked like pandas