Mo Han knitted his brows. "Isn't that case already over?"
"It's another related case. He came over to ask me something."
"Do you have class tonight? Come home for dinner once you're finished talking," Mo Han said.
"Go home for dinner? You're ending work early today?" Xia Qingyi spoke with surprise and delight. To her, the nights when Mo Han did not have to work overtime were rare and few, so she would have her dinner at school.
"Yes, there are fewer cases at the office these days, so I can come home early. Is there anything you want to eat?" Mo Han had already put his laptop in the backseat of the car. He put on his seatbelt, wore his Bluetooth earphones and prepared to drive home.
Xia Qingyi giggled. "Anything's fine, as long as it's filling."
