C235 Poor man

At a police station in a certain town.

"Head!" Tan Zizhi was smoking right now, and Cheng Zhen pushed open the door and entered.

Tan Zizhi flicked the ash off his cigarette. "What's the matter?"

Cheng Zhen leaned close to Tan Ziqiao's side and whispered in his ear for a while. Then, Tan Ziqiao turned his head and asked, "Are you sure?"

Cheng Shen nodded his head