Duan Yuchen smiled and nodded, then sat down on the rest bed next to him.

I borrowed another cell phone and called my husband to let him know I was safe.

After completing the statement and investigation at the police station, it was already completely dark.

Xiang Yongchang was worried that the other party would catch a cold, so he specially brought another quilt from home.

Duan Yuchen watched silently as the police station chief busied himself for him.

I always feel that there is something a little strange in my heart.

I'm afraid that when others come here, they will be as obedient as quails.

He is good,

What are you doing?

"Forget it, the room smells like hot pot. Let's open the door to get some fresh air." Xiang Yongchang still complained about the strong smell in the room until the end.

Then he opened the door openly.

I wasn't afraid at all that Duan Yuchen would take this opportunity to run away.

Duan Yuchen really felt like he was a guest here.

Xiang Yongchang even walked up to him with a smile, patted his shoulder and said, "I can't prepare better conditions for you, but I hope you don't mind. Just treat this place as your home for the time being."

He even gave the key to Duan Yuchen and found a location that was blind spot for surveillance. "If you want to go out, that's fine, but remember to be careful and don't get discovered. Just remember to come back before dawn tomorrow morning."

Xiang Yongchang was giving Duan Yuchen a chance to go out and investigate what exactly happened.

Even though he knew that this opportunity might cost him his job.

But he won't regret it.

This doesn't feel like treating a prisoner, this is treating one of our own!

Even our own people may not feel so comfortable.

Duan Yuchen: ...?

God treats this place as his own home.

Not necessarily.