"Officer Zhao, thank you," said Meng Xiao, leaving Meng Xun to shower upstairs while she stayed downstairs to thank Zhao Guoying.
Zhao Guoying watched the third-floor light turn on and said, "When I'm not at the police station, you don't have to call me 'Officer.'
The intent of his words was very clear.
Zhao Guoying looked at Meng Xiao. Even though his face was tired and his facial hair unkempt, the look in his eyes when he looked at her was remarkably bright.
Meng Xiao had just emerged from the hurt caused by Yang Yi and didn't dare to get involved in emotions again. But since the time he'd taken her back to her hometown to investigate Meng Xun's case, she'd been mentally preparing herself.
"Meng Xiao," Zhao Guoying said, breaking an awkward silence.
"...?"
Zhao Guoying lit a cigarette for himself, sucked in deeply, and said, "I have six people working on this case. Everyone likes spicy food and can eat at least two baskets of dumplings."