"What are you doing?" Mingshen's head popped in her room, making Jia jolt.
"You scared me."
"Who can scare Spicy? You evoke fear in everybody's hearts," he grinned and then immediately frowned. "Why are you dressed in your uniform?"
"I am going to the bureau."
He blinked twice. "Where?"
"Bureau."
"Where?"
"I know you heard me."
Mingshen narrowed his eyes. He walked in, holding his hands on his waist. "No, you are not."
She blinked. "Why not?"
"How can you think about going to work right now?"
Jia pressed her lips. "I cannot sit idle. I will keep thinking of-"
"How can your life be idle and still when I am here? You won't even look at your work until I say so and give you the permission. This is a doctor's order."
Her eyes widened. "How long will that be for?"
"As long as it takes for your mind to heal where you stop taking work as your escape mechanism."
Jia slightly cleared her throat and looked away. "I cannot take leave. I have the cult's case to work upon…"
