Wen Mu stared at his back, his eyes deep, thinking carefully, huh.
He lowered his head and smiled, he's really something, able to reject him with just a few words.
...
Song Yi saw Tang Si coming over and stood up: "Let's go back to the company, the work here is basically done."
She knew he didn't get along well with Wen Xianghe, and staying here was unnecessary.
"Is that so?" Tang Si could see through Song Yi's little thoughts.
As a criminal investigator, his micro-expression observation was quite on point.
With his hands in his pockets, he glanced at the stack of documents on the table, smiled, and spoke in a drawn-out tone: "It looks like there's still quite a bit of work left unfinished."
"If you leave without finishing it, I'll mistake it for you wanting to take me on a date."
He was nonchalant, his smile roguish and mischievous, and as he spoke, he suddenly leaned towards her: "If that's the case, I don't mind leaving immediately."
