Tang Mi finished her meager half-apple and left.
She didn't head to the company first, but to the police station, because all her identification had been found and she was told to retrieve it.
Upon arriving at the station, she saw that straight-talking man from last time.
Seeing his indifferent attitude towards her made her blood boil.
She tapped her fingers on the desk, chin slightly lifted, "Hey, public servant, where are my documents?"
Song Qiangheng looked up and, to his surprise, it was that two-faced woman again.
But he remembered it was him who notified her to collect her identification, so he pulled out a dirt-yellow document bag from his drawer and slapped it onto the desk, "Everything's in here, take a look and see if anything is missing. If it's all there, sign here and you can take it with you."
Tang Mi couldn't care less about the man's attitude this time; she hurriedly opened the bag.
Everything was there.
