Liang Jiajia gave him an annoyed look as her stomach grumbled loudly.
"You go take a shower first, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
Song Guanchao thoughtfully grabbed her a bathrobe and then headed to the kitchen to get busy.
By the time Liang Jiajia had finished showering, there was a bowl of steaming noodles on the table.
Liang Jiajia was starving, she spent every day running around on field operations, which exhausted her physically.
Often, she was so busy that she couldn't even think of eating, nor did she have the time.
That's why many police officers ended up with stomach issues.
After finishing the bowl of noodles, Liang Jiajia felt much better.
Song Guanchao cleaned up the dishes and joined her in the living room, "You're coming home later and later these days."
"Recently there's been a case," Jiajia leaned her head on his shoulder, savoring this moment of peace.
"What case? Any leads yet?"
"A murder case..."
