"Yes, I will pay attention in the future."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Wenbin, with a gloomy face, took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking two deep puffs, he slightly relieved his depression.
He glanced at the torn notebook on the ground and dialed another number.
"Boss, still not resting this late?" A polite greeting came from the other end of the line.
Zhou Wenbin gave a lukewarm grunt and continued, "It seems that there was a burglary at my place today. Tomorrow, send two people over to see if they can find any clues."
"Just keep it private."
"Okay, I'll personally bring someone over tomorrow," the person on the other end quickly replied.
...
The next day, the little girl noticed Zhao Qing walking with an awkward posture and asked with concern, hugging her leg, "Sister Qing, are you feeling unwell?"
Zhao Qing's face turned rosy with embarrassment at the question.
