Coming out of the interrogation room, Yan Luoxi had never felt more dejected. She packed her notebook into her bag and looked at Han Zheng, who stood beside her. Forcing a smile, she said, "I'm leaving now."
"It's late, let me drive you home." Han Zheng took her bag and walked out the door first.
"Hey?" Yan Luoxi jogged to catch up with him. "Han Zheng, you've had a long day. There's no need to take me home, I can go by myself."
Han Zheng stopped suddenly, and she didn't brake in time, bumping into his solid back, nearly skewing her nose. She rubbed her forehead and complained, "Why is your back so hard? It hurts."
Han Zheng moved her hand aside and saw her forehead was red. He said, "Since you know I've had a long day, at least accompany me for a meal. I only had breakfast today."
Yan Luoxi looked at her watch; it was already eleven o'clock at night. She felt guilty and said, "At this hour, it should be supper, right? How can you not take care of your own body like this?"
