Two days later, morning, Dongcheng Police Station.
Luo Yong looked at Bai Ling, his expression one of helpless frustration.
"Bai Ling, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but the higher-ups are calling me every single day. As an eighth-level master technician at the Rolling Mill, Yi Zhonghai’s involvement in national priority projects makes this a sensitive matter. I am truly at my wit's end here!"
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