225 Their childhood_1

After leaving the Jiqiu Criminal Investigation Squad, Qiao Dongyang had his calls forwarded to Assistant Hou's mobile phone.

With the recent incident, his phone suddenly began ringing non-stop.

Calls from the company, family, various departments, some offering comfort, some inquiring, some expressing concern... an endless stream of them.

He typically disliked dealing with them.

So, on the journey back, Assistant Hou was continuously ohhing and ahhing on the phone.

"Mr. Qiao is fine, he's fine."

"He suffered some minor injuries."

"Don't worry!"

"We've caught the person, all apprehended. They're being interrogated."

"Ah, you're asking me? I wouldn't know that, the police don't allow us to say..."

"Haha, alright, alright, I will pass the message to Mr. Qiao."

Chi Yue was getting somewhat sick of listening to it.

In all these calls, how many people genuinely cared about Qiao Dongyang?

And how many were bound by interest, compelled to show concern?