It's not even 5:30, and I can get off work normally again! I've already composed myself by the time when I walk out of the police station, feeling happy that I don't have to work overtime today.
Before I left in the afternoon, I communicated with the administration department and was told that I didn't need to return to the company. After all, we didn't know how long the meeting would take.
What if Officer Deng got me to stay for dinner, sing some karaoke, and enjoy a spa, right?
Although the probability of this happening is low, even if it wouldn't happen to me, I still have to be prepared.
The distance from the old estate where my rented apartment is to the police station is shorter than it is from my company, but I still chose to take public transport, because the company doesn't reimburse the transportation fees for returning home.
Metro line 3,600 meters… Bus 72, 150 meters… I take out my phone and search for a route home.
