For a moment, Chen Mingming felt that if the car could slow down a bit more, or if the destination were a bit farther, it might be a good thing.
The father and son chatted leisurely in the car.
They would discuss the details of the case and also talk about trivial, unrelated matters, or sigh at changes in familiar places.
It was a peculiar feeling, as if the father and son were playing a detective game together.
Of course, this was a real investigation, and they might encounter dangers beyond the game.
Before long, the car still came to a stop.
Wang Liang's rented apartment had long been sealed off, and Zhou Yusheng tore off the seal without hesitation and walked in. Chen Mingming instinctively stood outside the door, deep in thought.
Zhou Yusheng turned back curiously and asked, "Did you find anything?"
