As Song Xian was getting on in years, he had much difficulty bending down to sit next to Gu Mang due to his bad waist. He looked at her with rare gentleness on his usually aloof face. "What's wrong? What's with that pitiful look?"
During her time with the Criminal Division it was hard for her to blend in with her other colleagues due to her young age and aloof personality. Plus, she was always wearing a mask when interacting with them.
Once, she single-handedly lifted a two-hundred-pound man and threw him to the ground when he tried causing trouble in the autopsy room. It was from then on that everyone in the Criminal Division dared not get close to her.
Only Song Xian, her master, could hold a conversation or two with her.
Having gotten used to seeing Gu Mang's indifferent and arrogant appearance, Song Xian felt terrible seeing her in such a pitiful state.
