Official Career Storm

Chen Yirou touched her buttocks, her hand coming away wet.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, she glanced angrily at Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao looked innocent, "Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything."

Of course, Chen Yirou knew it had nothing to do with him; it was purely a reflex reaction.

She turned around, covering her buttocks with both hands, standing there awkwardly.

Even more awkwardly, she noticed that Song Guanchao's crotch was also wet.

Obviously, she was the cause.

However, Song Guanchao wasn't as embarrassed as her, and didn't seem particularly concerned.

"Let's go over there."

Song Guanchao raised his chin and walked ahead.

Chen Yirou followed behind, and they walked over a hundred meters to a large tree in the neighborhood.

He took out his phone and saw Cheng Xiang had called him several times later.

He called back, "Where are you guys?"

"Following these three young people."

Cheng Xiang said, "They're still eating. You weren't discovered, right?"

"No."

Song Guanchao said, "Keep following, let me know if you find anything."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao squatted under the tree.

About half an hour later, Cheng Xiang called again.

"They're back, the car is still parked where it was in the morning."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao stood up, "Let's go to the car."

Chen Yirou touched her butt again, and her pants were dry.

Noticing her action, Song Guanchao took a look, indeed, they were dry.

Both of them tactfully didn't bring up what happened in the wardrobe, as if it never occurred.

They returned to the car, and Cheng Xiang gave a simple report.

When the four young people reached the neighborhood gate, one of the girls suddenly returned while the other three went out to eat and brought back a meal for her as well.

"Their routine is quite regular—sleeping during the day, eating to replenish their energy, and going out to party at night."

Song Guanchao smiled, and Cheng Xiang asked, "Did you guys find anything?"

Song Guanchao hummed in agreement, shared his findings, then said, "Let's take turns watching. After lunch, you guys go rest and I'll keep watch."

No one had any objections.

Soon enough, it was noon, and Song Guanchao went nearby to buy four meals and ate in the car.

After lunch, Cheng Xiang and Jiang Yiren took a taxi back to rest.

Song Guanchao looked at Chen Yirou who stayed behind, "Why aren't you going back?"

Chen Yirou was puzzled, "Didn't you say to take turns watching?"

"..." Song Guanchao fell silent.

When he said take turns, he meant alone, not with two people.

But she clearly misunderstood.

Upon hearing his question, Chen Yirou realized he actually meant one person.

But since she already stayed, she didn't plan on going back.

"You sleep for a while, I'll watch," Chen Yirou said.

"Alright."

Song Guanchao didn't argue, since this kind of surveillance wasn't very technical.

He reclined his seat, closed his eyes, and rested.

Listening to Song Guanchao's gradually steady breathing, Chen Yirou quietly glanced over at him.

The first time she saw Song Guanchao, she thought he was very handsome, very manly.

But she didn't pay too much attention.

She was long past the age of judging by appearances.

Yet now, inexplicably, the more she looked, the more pleasing to the eye he seemed.

She gradually became somewhat entranced.

Suddenly, Song Guanchao opened his eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Chen Yirou froze.

Song Guanchao, unruffled, took out his phone as a call came in.

He glanced at it; it was Liang Jiajia calling.

"Hey, Jiajia, I can't these days, yeah, working on a case... found a break, currently surveilling."

"Who can say for certain when it comes to solving cases, there's just a bit of hope, better than doing nothing."

It was the weekend, and Liang Jiajia had the afternoon off and wanted to meet.

But Song Guanchao was busy with the case, so they had to settle for a phone call.

After the call, Song Guanchao placed the phone on the console and prepared to nap again.

"Girlfriend?" Chen Yirou suddenly asked.

"Yeah." Song Guanchao closed his eyes, making a nasal sound of assent.

Chen Yirou said, "You should go date your girlfriend. I can watch here, call you if anything comes up."

"No need."

He thought this woman was a bit fanciful.

Frankly, the only thing the three of them could do was surveillance.

Aside from that, there wasn't much else for them, nor did they have the ability.

Besides, Song Guanchao didn't trust them with anything else.

But Chen Yirou seemed oblivious.

Song Guanchao couldn't be bothered to complain.

"Are you staying at the dorm tonight?" Chen Yirou asked again.

"Let's talk about it tonight."

"If you plan to stay out, it's best to inform Teacher Yu in advance, or give her a call now."

Song Guanchao opened his eyes again, staring at her for a while.

Chen Yirou asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Guanchao said, "Why don't you rest, and I'll handle the watch?"

He had agreed to rest a bit, but why was she asking so many questions?

Plus, she was asking about his personal matters.

Since when did this woman become so meddlesome?

Chen Yirou pursed her lips, staying silent.

Soon, Song Guanchao was asleep again.

Chen Yirou leaned against the car, resting her chin on her hand, idly gazing at the opposite building.

She didn't know how much time had passed when a man appeared at the door of the young people's residence, knocking on the door.

Only after the man went inside did Chen Yirou realize what had happened.

"Song Guanchao." She urgently shook his arm.

Song Guanchao opened his eyes.

Chen Yirou said, "Someone just went in."

"Male or female?"

"A man, in his thirties, very thin."

Song Guanchao sat up; the person had already entered, and nothing could be seen.

Chen Yirou said, "Could it be the seller?"

"Unclear."

Song Guanchao couldn't make a judgment, but it was possible.

He had always thought the transaction would occur at night.

It seemed he was stuck in a mental rut.

"I'll go check. Stay in the car and don't come over."

"Alright."

She wanted to go, but worried she would cause trouble for Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao approached quickly, pretending to pass by outside the balcony, taking a quick glance.

In that glance, he saw two men and a woman sitting in the living room.

He didn't see the man Chen Yirou mentioned.

After passing by the balcony, Song Guanchao didn't leave but went directly to the bedroom window outside.

The curtains were drawn, obstructing the view, but he could hear the movements inside the room.

Listening carefully, Song Guanchao frowned slightly and then realized.

Inside the room, there were sounds of a woman moaning and bodies colliding.

He understood what was going on.

The man inside wasn't a seller, but a client.

The young people living in such an old neighborhood suggested their family background was average, and they weren't working.

No work meant no income; without income, how could they survive?

The answer was obvious.

They relied on their girlfriends to go out and earn money by selling sex.

Then used that money for daily needs and to buy drugs.

This situation was common among addicts.

Drug users had lost their sense of shame and self-respect; when the craving hit, they'd do anything for a fix.

After eavesdropping for a while, Song Guanchao returned to the car.

Chen Yirou asked, "Did you discover anything?"

"Yes." Song Guanchao took out a cigarette, almost lit it, then put it back.

"It's okay, go ahead and smoke."

"Hmm?"

Why was this woman's personality changing all the time?

After thinking for a moment, he still chose not to smoke and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, they'll be looking for a buyer tonight."