Jiang Zitao was captivated. He couldn't help but shake his head and tsk in amazement. "Miss Song, I'm not just saying this, but there's no smoke without fire. My mother says that faithful men are as rare as a phoenix feather. If you put too much hope in men, you'll only end up disappointed."
As he said this, he seemed to forget that he, too, was a man.
From the eloquent way he spoke, anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was some young master with a wealth of romantic experience.
Yu Zihan's lip twitched. 'We're here to investigate a case, not to listen to someone's relationship problems!'
'Miss Song is a sensible person. She won't take his bait…'
