In the office of the Public Prosecutor’s office.
Xiao Ning came out of the bathroom and wiped her wet hair with a towel.
Fu Qingyun’s office was not big. It could even be considered narrow. It was only about 10 square meters with a five-square-meter on-duty lounge and a small bathroom.
He was really a poor little civil servant of the Empire.
Xiao Ning sighed silently in her heart.
Then she thought of the new towels, towels, toiletries, and even a brand-new set of work clothes for the female officers of the public prosecutor’s office that were all prepared for her in the bathroom.
He must have known that she was too embarrassed to wear his clothes.
So this set of work clothes was borrowed from her female colleagues?
Xiao Ning felt even more embarrassed.
“Well, sorry for troubling you tonight...”
She felt a little awkward and thanked the man on the sofa.
