The next day, noon.
Meeting room.
While Jiang Yuan's Cold Case Squad was in a meeting, Huang Qiangmin called.
"Jiang Yuan, just stay put and relax. If you're tired of staying, you can come back too, you don't need to bother with that stingy Hou Lejia. Homicide, huh? He's daring enough to handle them on his own now, as if he's lost his mind!" Huang Qiangmin shouted loudly, not seeming to care if others could hear him.
Or perhaps, he wanted others to hear a bit.
Jiang Yuan found it a bit amusing, and said, "They've handled homicides on their own before too."
"Then, look at their track record," Huang Qiangmin snorted with arrogance, saying, "Anyway, don't meddle with them. With so many cases on your hands, if you have time, work on your own cases first. Nowadays, a flight to Beijing is only a few hours. It's unreasonable for us to rush over to handle a homicide case in Beijing whenever it happens."