"Xiao Ning, you should head back to the city earlier. Don't leave tomorrow morning, there's a lot of traffic on the road."
Zhou Ning handed the teacup to the old man and sat beside him.
"I want to spend more time with you since I won't be coming back until the New Year."
"You little rascal, today's already the third, and the New Year's Eve is early this year, just about two weeks away, you'd better go now!"
At that moment, Zhou Ning's phone rang. Seeing the name of the caller, Zhou Ning quickly answered with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hello, Zhou Xiaozhou!"
"Mr. Hu, hello. Is there a case?"
The person on the other end of the call was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"You little bugger, can't you just wish me a Happy New Year first? Opening with 'Is there a case?' What kind of greeting is that?"
Zhou Ning felt somewhat embarrassed, paused for a moment, and quickly said.