Find a Hacker

The afternoon tea was a mixed bag of emotions. Wenjay had his fill, but as for Mingyoo... His expression was hard to read, but the gloom that had been lingering in his eyes seemed to have dissipated somewhat, like clouds after a gust of wind.

Wenjay cleaned up the meal boxes and downloaded a book called "Language in Criminal Investigation" on his phone. He lounged on the sofa, slowly reading. He was studying to be a preschool teacher, but he had done well in high school. If he were in China, with a fierce mom to push him, he could have made it to a good university.

But his dear mom had always given him free rein, fully respecting his dreams.

Mingyoo had finished his IV drip and was leaning against the head of the bed, resting his eyes. He asked, "Weren't you going to discuss the case with me? Why so quiet now?"

"You need to rest," Wenjay replied without looking up. "Aren't you tired after the drip?"