You Owe Me, My Love

“Yes, I have, she is very stoic.” Bai Rong responded, looking at Zhou Min.

Zhou Min combed the room meticulously and expertly, removing each surveillance device and replacing it with a new one. She had also installed counter surveillance equipment at the same time.

“Don’t worry, Agent 1666 is extremely capable and will be able to take care of anything that you ask of her.” Gu Mingchen gently replied.

“Yes, I know.” Bai Rong responded, walking towards the sky garden.

“Do not approach anyone from the prosecutor’s office to help you in your investigation because I suspect there is a mole amongst them.” Gu Mingchen warned.

“I have the same suspicions. Yang Li and Yang Yan were rather nosy the whole trip back.”

“It is normal for them to be curious. After all, both of your arrivals were abrupt and it is natural for them to be worried for themselves. On the contrary, I find the director to be the most suspicious. I have arranged a team for you and all you have to do is instruct Zhou Min and she will contact them to get any jobs you need done.”

Bai Rong’s heart warmed at these words.

On the wooden piece, he had carved his promise to take care of her and she could genuinely feel his presence every step of the way.

“Where are you now?” Bai Rong asked softly.

“I am in the neighboring city. I have already contacted Director Chen and he has agreed to lend you his strength in any way he can, so go ahead and move forward boldly. I will be here for you through it all.”

“You should be careful too. Your mother mentioned that you are starting a dangerous mission again and I am worried about you.”

“Please, it barely counts as dangerous, just some routine exercises. Do you still remember that soldier who lost his leg?” Gu Mingchen asked.

“I do. He is the one whose wife wanted to divorce him.”

“He was injured during a military drill and although many others were injured as well, his injuries were the most severe. I have been looking into it for some time and have found the supplier for the weapons used during the exercise.”

It was even more dangerous than what Bai Rong had anticipated. “Please be careful. I cannot live without you.”

Gu Mingchen smiled. “With you here, I will never let anything happen to myself.”

A blush spread across Bai Rong’s cheeks.

felt good. “I have to go back to work now. Good

to you too. I will see you in two days.”

wouldn’t be pleasant if your parents or Su Wanning finds out. I can wait two years.” As Bai Rong worried for the both of them, the area where her pinky used to be started

consequence

darkened

“Chief.” Lieutenant Shang exclaimed.

eyes and responded, “Carry

continued sticking on the fake beard on

and Zhou Min returned to the

case files handled by the office in

consisted of

a couple of people each

cases were of no

from this year.” Bai Rong

carried a large pile of letters over and dropped it in front of

stealing their best friend’s boyfriend to even someone complaining about their boss

pile in two hours then turned towards Zeng Shuying

peaceful here in Jinyang City and there are no major issues such as

this so lightly.”

face fell and she

Rong smiled, trying to diffuse the tension. “Having no major problems is a good thing. You have quotas to meet but so do we. What I’m worried about is that the people might have grievances but are afraid to voice them.

good idea. It might make people

as you are told. We are doing this for the sake of the community so who cares about causing anxiety. If you are unwilling to cooperate, could it be that you are the culprit?” Zhou Min stared

was successfully intimidated. “Okay, we shall proceed as

that the prosecutor’s office might prevent

them as they put up the posters. She had also arranged for people to guard the areas near

complaint was

a thousand letters

and Zhou Min went through each page, sorting through

of colluding with real estate developers to try and force the villages to give up their valuables.” Zhou Min pointed

from Zhou Min and her

that he could steal artifacts and sell them or store them in his private collection. Murdering the curator