"Xiajun, meet Miss Rong." Zhang Long pointed towards the woman across from him. "Miss Rong, this is my nephew, Li Xiajun."
The woman nodded sternly and turned back to Zhang Long as if Xiajun was of no importance. Xiajun frowned.
"Miss Rong, is it?" he interrupted. Zhang Long turned towards him, a look of disapproval on his face, which Xiajun proceeded to ignore. "And what business does Miss Rong have at our humble little agency?"
Whilst Zhang Long glared at Xiajun behind Miss Rong's back, the woman in question was unfazed as she turned around in her seat again, an eyebrow raised.
"And why must I tell you that?" She smiled calmly. "As far as I remember, I'm only concerned with Detective Zhang Zhaohui-" Zhang Long interrupted her with a cough.
"I'm afraid the assignment has been changed, Miss Rong," he said apologetically. "Zhaohui, though indeed very capable, has refused to work on the case due to his inability to deal with heights."