After dinner, I took An Ning back to the entrance of her apartment building.
She would officially start working at the shop tomorrow, so I went over a few things she needed to keep in mind.
When I finished, I was about to get in the car and leave when she suddenly called me back.
"Chen Mo!"
"What should I... call you from now on?"
I froze for a moment, not quite processing it.
But I soon understood. I smiled and said, "Just call me Chen Mo. The name Li Fuguang feels unfamiliar. His parents are both dead, and the only person who remembered him is gone too."
"So just call me Chen Mo."
She nodded, turned, and went upstairs.
I drove home. Meng Yifan and Song Xiaotian were already there.
The two of them were cracking sunflower seeds, watching me with half-smiles.
"We thought you weren't coming back tonight."
"Not coming back?"
I was bewildered. "Where would I sleep if I didn't come back?"
They started laughing again.
I immediately caught on and snapped, "Have you two got nothing better to do? Why does everything have to go in that direction? Get your minds out of the gutter!"
I went over and sat down, noticing two files on the coffee table.
I picked them up and looked through them. They were for two haunted houses that clients had listed for sale with our shop a while back, before Meng Yifan was arrested.
We had been refining our workflow. For every haunted house listed with our shop, we had to compile a file: when the deceased had died, how they had died, whether it was a natural or unnatural death, and whether anything abnormal had happened in the house afterward. We had to investigate all of it thoroughly.
Then Meng