The next day, Mi Lan woke up bright and early.
He smoothed his immaculate white constable's uniform over and over again. Were it not for his somewhat stout figure, he might have passed for someone dressed in white as pure as snow, radiating a heroic and imposing aura.
Zhou Yuting carefully placed the official hat on Mi Lan's head, then stepped back two paces, looked him up and down, and nodded. "Not bad, Brother Fatty."
Chapter 174