Zhang Yang was struck dumb at Xia Qingyi's words. He felt that this girl was no ordinary person. Her thoughts were very meticulous and she had noticed many small details. She was also able to point out the issues that many others would have ignored.
Xia Qingyi did not want to deal with the police anymore. Glancing at her watch, she realized that it was already 9.30 P.M. Mo Han would have finished work and brought home the red bean pastries by now.
"As the person who reported this case, you will have to come to the police station to answer further questions," Zhang Yang said.
Xia Qingyi was about to say something, only to be stopped by her phone ringing. It was her older brother calling.
"Where are you? Why aren't you at home?" Mo Han had called her in a hurry after he found that Xia Qingyi was not at home. He had returned home after lining up for half an hour to buy the pastries.
"I… I'm still at school. Something's happened here."
