Zhou Guilan opened her mouth, trying to say something more, but Guan Hongsheng yanked her by the sleeve.
The man's false teeth hung crookedly at the corner of his mouth, and a trace of genuine fear finally surfaced in his eyes—the instinctive cowering of low-level street thugs when confronted with rules.
The four officers filed out one by one. As the door of the reception room closed, Zhou Guilan suddenly collapsed onto the sofa. The calf exposed beneath her sequined dress was still stained with pickle juice from when she had fallen earlier.
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