Liu Bo had been waiting in front of the meeting office door in advance. His hands hung at his sides, his posture straight like an old tree, steady without showing any sharpness.
He didn't show any sign of agitation or unease, only occasionally glancing at the tightly closed office door.
Lou Duan stood half a step behind him. He was called here by Liu Bo, and he felt a bit annoyed by this, though he was also mentally prepared for it.
Liu Bo half-closed his eyes and asked nonchalantly, "Zhao Xing died last night?"
Lou Duan lowered his head slightly, expressionless: "Yes, the Patrol Office said it was an accident."
Liu Bo turned to glance at Lou Duan, seeming to genuinely believe it, and did not continue questioning this topic. Instead, he shifted the topic:
"Do you know what to say when the Members of Parliament start questioning later?"
Lou Duan took a deep breath: "I understand, since the MPs are asking, there has to be a clear result regarding the Second Prison's issue…."
