West City Police Station.
Huang Ziqing drove to the station.
Just as he was about to get out of the car,
he was warmly greeted by a few passing colleagues:
"Deputy Director Huang, you're here..."
"Deputy Director Huang, good morning..."
"Deputy Director Huang, you're looking good today..."
"Uh-huh, I'm here, morning..."
Smiling, Huang Ziqing nodded at them and reached into the passenger seat to grab the large food bag containing pan-fried buns, waving them over: "I bought some pan-fried buns, come over and try one!"
Hearing this, a few colleagues all waved their hands to politely decline his offer.
"No, no, I already had breakfast at home."
"Pan-fried buns! I'm not really into pan-fried buns, thanks anyway Deputy Director Huang, but I'll pass!"
"Deputy Director Huang, I just finished breakfast! Still full, no need, no need."
"Thank you, Deputy Director Huang, but I brought my own breakfast. You enjoy them!"
