In the living room, Qiao Siyu kept chatting with Lu Mengyao about family stuff, "Meng Yao, really, you've been getting less and less sociable lately. I ask you out for meals and bars, but you're always too busy with work to come. I've even thought about confronting your leaders to see if they're dumping all the work on you. Or are you just avoiding me on purpose?"
"I am avoiding you," Lu Mengyao said, "You know as well as I do that our station is packed with all sorts of cases—petty theft, fraud, murder, arson. Whether it's the trivial cases or the major crimes, they all need investigating. I'm swamped with work. Even if I want to hang out, it's tough."
"Yeah, you're so busy, busy enough to not have time to spend with me but still have time to be lovey-dovey with your boyfriend. I never realized before, but obviously your type is the fresh-young-meat kind," Qiao Siyu teased.
