That’s right, it was already a bit late.
As the woman in uniform provided an answer, Fu Qian naturally glanced to the side.
The tal structure was already a little rusty, and the small alarm clock placed directly on the ground clearly hadn’t been set for an 8 o’clock alarm.
Perhaps it had been set earlier, but it hadn’t worked either.
"You’re late."
During this process, the woman in uniform also glanced over and, a mont later, coldly reminded him.
"Yes, I’m late."
With a gentle deanor, Fu Qian nodded, still sitting calmly.
"...Aren’t you going to leave quickly?"
This unexpected deanor even made the woman in uniform feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.
Instinctively tightening her coat, she couldn’t help but avert her gaze, puzzled by Fu Qian’s reaction.
"Not urgently, as I just said, I can’t rember what I’m supposed to do."
With an unchanged expression, Fu Qian provided an irrefutable reason while lowering his gaze to her exposed knees.
"So have you rembered why you’re wearing this uniform? As I ntioned earlier, it’s confird that I wanted you to help with an IV."
What appeared to be a normal morning after a hangover was filled with strangeness, and the mission target still hadn’t appeared.
In such circumstances, Fu Qian wasn’t in a rush to head out for the "important task" and preferred to imrse himself in observing the local customs more deeply.
...
Even though it was confird that the peculiar outfit was completely covered by the coat, Fu Qian’s scrutiny still seed to cause the woman in uniform strong discomfort.
And this discomfort beca suddenly more intense as she instinctively followed his line of questioning.
"Sorry, I can’t recall the details either."
Her face went red and then pale, but the woman in uniform, who should have gained so insight, shook her head stubbornly.
"I have to leave now."
Moreover, she even abandoned the idea of holding him accountable and hurriedly started putting on her shoes to leave.
"Do you have sothing at eight as well?"
Fu Qian didn’t stop her as he spoke, his gaze falling on her shoes.
They were white, styled very formally, matching the colors of her uniform inside, yet they complented the coat outside better.
"Do you have sothing else?"
The woman in uniform stiffened, seemingly unaccustod to Fu Qian speaking in this tone.
She glanced up at Fu Qian, facing this calm yet oppressive atmosphere, and finally refused to be weak, subtly biting her lip as she retorted.
"Of course, I do—"
Unfortunately, Fu Qian’s reaction remained so smooth as if he had anticipated her response.
Beep—
However, this resilience eventually received a payoff.
Before Fu Qian’s words were finished, his question was interrupted by a close-range siren.
Right outside the door, directly facing the window, the likelihood of it being a reminder for those inside was very high.
"...Your important matter might have arrived."
And startled, the woman in uniform’s expression was one of great relief.
Swiftly putting on her shoes, she took the opportunity to head to the door, and without waiting for a response from Fu Qian, opened it directly.
"Mr. Huck..."
Though clearly prepared to rush out without a word, she froze at the sight before her, instinctively greeting him.
"Good morning, Tina."
And a listless response followed, not expressing any embarrassing surprise, not even asking if there was anyone inside.
...
This should be his partner.
Although throughout the process, only his neck seed to move, it didn’t hinder Fu Qian’s speculation.
The woman in uniform was nad Tina, and she knew the person outside.
Her tone of greeting carried an unconscious respect, reminiscent of facing soone reputable.
That combined with the noticeably aged voice certainly matched the description of his partner, likely a locally seasoned police officer.
It was clear that, as a newcor, Fu Qian had missed so sort of appointnt, prompting Mr. Huck’s personal visit.
As for how he verified the profession—there was a whole set of dark uniforms hanging on the coat stand besides Tina’s coat.
Judging by the style, it wasn’t the sa as the one Tina wore, nor was it an art piece.
Moreover, under the recliner within arm’s reach, Fu Qian already felt a hefty gun.
"Sorry, I’m late. I’ll be ready right away."
By this point, Fu Qian finally stood up, lifted the weapon, and called out to the outside.
"Then I won’t co down."
The conversation was very smooth, and Huck outside naturally replied, confirming that Fu Qian was indeed holding up their "important matter."
And on one hand, there was no trace of bla in the tone, while on the other, it was listless, which made it evident it was just a statent, never intending to get out of the car.
"You just ntioned... there was sothing else?"
In the back-and-forth conversation, Tina, who originally hurried to leave, hesitated for a mont before returning and softly inquired about Fu Qian’s last remark.
"Yes, help remove the needle, you can even take it with you."
Understanding that she likely did not want to leave step by step in such a state in front of acquaintances, Fu Qian naturally gestured to his left hand.
Uh...
It was apparent that the request was sowhat unexpected, yet indisputably reasonable.
Tina hesitated only for a mont before resigning herself to the task.
...
Indeed, her skills were proficient.
Almost without feeling any pain, the needle was quickly removed, and Fu Qian flexed his slightly numb hand, again confirming Tina’s professionalism.
With such a skillset, there was no need to emphasize it through attire—
"Your hat."
The next mont, he pointed to Tina’s head, offering a friendly reminder.
Ah—
Suddenly realizing sothing, Tina let out a slightly lower-pitched scream and, halfway through, covered her mouth with her hand.
Fumbling to remove the hat from her head, she was blushing unquestionably.
While cautiously covering her body, she had been wearing such a hat the entire ti, easily imagining what image it portrayed.
If she walked out like that, no semblance of composure or language could conceal the embarrassnt.
Luckily, there was a reminder, but it seed it wasn’t given promptly enough...
"You can leave together or stay here a bit longer; it doesn’t matter."
Facing Tina’s sowhat emotionally complex gaze, Fu Qian remained amiable, his expression unwavering.
"It doesn’t matter whether you’re in uniform or not."
Before Tina could respond, Huck’s listless voice continued from outside.
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