Anling City.
The quiet of a winter morning in the south always had a tranquil aura.
Strands of golden dawn, like thin thread, silently pierced through the mist, falling on the city that had just lifted the curtain of night.
Distant mountains appeared a touch of smoky green, river grass dotted with frost. A gentle breeze stirred, causing light and shadow to intermingle among the plants, which swayed gracefully. The frost melted away, and under the bright morning light, it sparkled like tiny, scattered, silver specks, complementing a few floating white clouds at the horizon.
Lin Chuan slept in beautifully until ten in the morning.
He neither had to go to work nor to the police station to assist with any investigation.
The company was overseen by the Little Landlady.
At the police station, Shen Qianqian and Hu Daqiang were busy with their own matters, and Xia Qingqing, as part of the Cyber Police, was also involved in investigating Karl and Steve.