"Oh come on!" Da Qing's tail flicks hard enough it whacks up against the side of lao Zhao's head. "Look at him, he's trying that bullshirt again!

"Didn't anyone tell you we're not cops here?" he asks the guy. "And I don't think any of the Assistants or the nurse would care about whatever you were actually doing either, they just want you to plaster on a fake smile and playact at being saccharine-sweet."