By the time Qin Siyang returned to the principal's office, it was already seven in the evening.
On his way back from the hospital, he had picked up three dishes from a restaurant for dinner.
Yet when he pushed open the door, he found Li Tianming still sitting in the office.
With a cigarette in his hand, Li Tianming gave Qin Siyang a cold glance, then went back to staring into space.
The ashtray on the desk was already packed with cigarette butts.
Qin Siyang set the food on the coffee table beside the sofa, sat down, and picked up his chopsticks.
"Old Li, want to have some?"
"Go ahead. I'm not hungry."
Seeing that something was off with Li Tianming, Qin Siyang put his chopsticks down again.
"Old Li, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just remembering the past."
"Things with Chen Fenghe?"
"Yeah."
Qin Siyang was a little curious. "Speaking of Chen Fenghe, there's something I don't understand. She seems like such a catch. Why does she seem to have eyes only for you?"
Li Tianming couldn't even be bothered to look at him. "None of your business."
Qin Siyang shrugged. "Fine. If you're not eating, I'll eat by myself."
He opened the takeout container, and the delicious aroma of the Roasted Four-Legged Black Chicken nearly made his mouth water.
"Oh, right. I got a call from the Police Bureau this afternoon. I think it was meant for you."
With a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, Qin Siyang asked indistinctly, "What did they want with me?"
"No idea. It was a woman. She said a bunch of random things, something about not being able to attend a banquet because of a sudden murder at the hospital. Then she hung up."
"When I called back, I found out it was the