"Is that really necessary?"
As he walked out of the office, a man in a police uniform looked at Dai Linfang, his expression rather puzzled.
Dai Linfang was unexpectedly polite: "Brother, are you talking to me?"
"This is just a small matter, why make it so stiff and ugly? Director Xie is only worried about his father's condition."
"Why do you have to be like this? So unfeeling?" The man in uniform was also middle‑aged; he hadn't spoken while they were in the office.
After Dai Linfang and Lu Cheng left the office, he was called out as well.
Dai Linfang squeezed his own eyes: "Brother, if we go by what you just said, then my trainee was just properly doing his job."
"He followed the rules, and now he's been beaten into the operating room—who exactly did he offend?"
"So who was the one being unfeeling first?"
Dai Linfang really liked arguing things out, especially when he happened to have nothing else to do.
Idle anyway is still idle.
