After concluding the investigation at the plaza parking lot, Lu Xiang took Song Lan straight home.
The analysis of the human skin would take some time, and there was no need for her to wait idle at the station before the results came in. After a day's hustle, it had gotten late, and she was quite hungry.
Once home, she took a bath, changed into casual clothes for home wear, and settled into a chair at the dining table.
Song Lan had tied on an apron half an hour before and added a dish of braised pork ribs.
The aroma of the meat wafted throughout the living room, and Yeying, drawn by the scent, sneakily sat opposite Lu Xiang, having forgotten about her evening indulgence in a whole rice cooker of rice.
"Hey, Old Song, I've noticed you've been growing bolder lately."
Lu Xiang teased Song Lan's busy figure from the back, using the nickname "Old Song" for her, a way she rarely addressed others.
Since Song Lan moved in, the apartment had increasingly felt like home.
