Zhao Yiming strolled leisurely down Lianwu Street, hands in his pockets and a light whistle escaping his lips.
The day was warm, the wind gentle, and the air filled with the scent of steamed buns and roasted chestnuts.
He looked far too relaxed for someone juggling real estate deals, lawsuits, and a growing harem.
But hey, he deserved this.
Officer Han had finally managed to detain Ma San and his gang of thugs. The bastards were now rotting in an interrogation room, probably crying for their moms or begging for noodles.
Yes, Han Queying detained all the thugs who were involved in threatening Lianwu Street tenants. Even when she was already being issued by her senior, she didn't care about them.
Even better, Madam He's condition had improved—though she remained in an induced coma, the doctors said her vitals were stable and her body was healing.
