"Let's go, time to eat."
The two people and a dog returned to the task force office, which was still brightly lit. As soon as they entered, they were met with the strong smell of instant noodles. There was a box of instant noodles on the table, and the trash bin was filled with empty noodle containers.
"Still working overtime?"
It had already been two hours past quitting time.
"There's a new direction in the investigation today, so everyone's working hard to organize the day's data and find new leads as soon as possible."
"By the way, have you eaten? Let me take you out to eat."
Overtime was the norm for the task force, especially when dealing with murder cases. Every second counted, and even meal times were not wasted. Most team members simply ate a couple of bites of noodles in the office to get by.
But Qiu Cang had decided to wait for Li Xiang to return so he could take them out to eat something.
