Song Guanchao came out of the back door of the Police Department and squatted by the wall to call Zhou Qian, "Miss Zhou, are you on the way?"
"How do you know?"
"I'm also on the command team," Song Guanchao asked, "How much longer until you arrive?"
"Just one more intersection."
Knowing that Song Guanchao was also there, Zhou Qian's mood improved greatly, and her tone was cheerful.
"Then focus on driving, and we'll talk when you arrive."
After waiting about five minutes, Zhou Qian drove to the parking lot and saw Song Guanchao standing on the left side of the police station.
She said a few words to the cameraman behind her and then jogged over.
She was dressed in a women's suit, with slim-fit capri trousers that showed her well-defined pale ankles, and she was wearing a pair of thin-strapped leather sandals.
Her white shirt was tucked into her waist, clinging to her abdomen before curving beautifully around her chest.
