Subeditor Ren came to the police station with two boxes of cake.
Ma Houde was attentively playing Minesweeper in the office. It was time for him to get the highest score in history.
He had played more than ten years, but he never got to the last mine during these years. Officer Ma felt God was helping him now.
He wiped the sweat on his palm before he clicked the last mine, "Come on! My prehistorical powers! It's time to witness the miracle! "
He took a deep breath to fight for the win. However, at the moment where he waited for the honor, the office door popped open.
"Old Ma! Afternoon tea!"
This nightmare voice suddenly interrupted Officer Ma, which caused his finger to unconsciously slipped... BOW!
"Ren Ziling! I hate you!"
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"This cake is pretty good." Ma Houde took a bite, but still looked guarded at the troublesome woman, "How many tickets are there in this month? Honestly, if it's more than ten, I'm not doing it!"
"Just ten."
