When Du Heng hung up the phone, Wu Shengnan also came out carrying dishes. "Did they catch the person?"
Du Heng reached out, took the dishes, and set them down. "Yes, they caught him. A senior second-grade student."
Wu Shengnan went to the kitchen again, came out with another dish, and handed Du Heng a pair of chopsticks. With a slightly regretful tone, she said, "A senior second-grader, huh? That's a shame for the child. Even if he isn't sentenced, he'll probably be expelled from school."
Du Heng asked, "You're not surprised?"
"What's there to be surprised about?" Du Heng's question, in turn, surprised Wu Shengnan. "Do you know how old the youngest person we've ever handled in a case was?"
"How old?" Du Heng asked curiously.
"Nine years old," Wu Shengnan said seriously, then shook her head. "Never mind, let's not talk about it. It's really rather sickening."
Du Heng asked curiously, "Can't we talk about it?"
