"Zimo, wait a minute!"
Liang Jing's voice was heard, "Your father will be home tonight. You should come back. Mother will make your favorite food for you."
Was his father coming back?
Zhou Zimo paused for a moment, but his tensed expression eased up a little. "Alright, I'll go home after work."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and put it back. With one hand supporting the corner of the table, he rubbed his slightly swollen eyebrows tiredly. He took a deep breath and looked out of the window.
"Master, are you okay?"
Lian Ziyao noticed that Zhou Zimo was not in a good condition, so he carefully asked with concern.
Zhou Zimo waved his hand and slowly walked over the table to sit in an office chair at the side. He replied, "I'm fine. How's the investigation going?"
As he said that, he also took a sip of tea from the side.
"We've got it. I was just about to give it to you!"