What's the point of saving face? It's just a burden.
It's much better to exchange it for tangible benefits.
Zhao Xinghua cried his heart out, pulling every member of the Fourth Bureau—top to bottom, above ground and underground—into his sob story.
Listening to him, Zhouzhou couldn't help but feel like she was the backbone of the entire operation. It sounded like the entire Fourth Bureau were all relying on her!
Her lips twitched slightly.
How could it be that exaggerated?
Sure, she was good, but the other uncles, aunts, and brothers and sisters in the Fourth Bureau were also incredibly skilled. They handled their missions on their own just fine and didn't need her assistance at all.
Uncle Zhao was just getting better at acting as he got older.
Who could he have learned it from?
Who else but her, the drama queen herself?
At this point, the Fourth Bureau was just shy of becoming an acting troupe.