The policewoman quickly handed it over, “Thank you, thank you.”
Zhang Ye signed his name and handed the book back to her, “I should thank you for liking my works.”
The policewoman asked Old Zhao, “Brother Zhao, what happened to Teacher Zhang? Are you sure you didn’t arrest the wrong person?”
Old Zhao said, “I also don’t know the details. I heard he beat someone up, and it was not light either.”
The policewoman immediately knew it was trouble, but she could not help in any way. “Teacher Zhang, it’s almost noon. I’ll bring you your meal in a while!”
The junior policeman blinked, “It seems unnecessary. Usually the people in the small dark room just receive some bread…”
The policewoman leered at him, “Can’t I use my own money to buy something from a restaurant? Can’t I bring the food box to Teacher Zhang myself?”