I sat in Xiaotao’s office, so absorbed in my thoughts about the case I missed dinner.

At 8:00 pm, Dali and Xiaotao entered the room. "Song Yang, what are you doing contemplating here all by yourself?” asked Xiaotao. “You didn’t even turn on the lights!”

She switched on the lamp, the light illuminating a sharply-dressed Dali. Staring at the suit and tie, I asked curiously, "Dali, are you going to an interview?"

“You’re so forgetful!” Xiaotao burst out laughing, "Didn't we talk about meeting Xu Zhipeng at night? Dali said he wanted to join in on the fun."

I slapped my forehead. Our plans had completely slipped my mind. I stood up and turned to leave.

Dali asked if we were going to change into formal wear. "We have the letter of assistance, so what’s...