In the evening, at the entrance of the Sub-district Office.
Jia Dongxu was holding an empty lunchbox, pacing back and forth like a headless fly in the secluded little alley outside the main gates of the Sub-district Office. He had rushed right over after getting off work, but upon reaching the entrance, he felt as though his feet were nailed to the ground, completely unable to take a step inside.
How was he supposed to ask around? Under what pretext?
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