One day after talking about business, the man casually lit a cigarette, leaned on the table and puffed away, looking at the night view outside the window:
"After delaying it for so long, don't you have any expression?"
Meng Yao stopped and looked up from a pile of written reports, not knowing why: "What does it mean?"
The man raised his wrist to dust off the cigarette, looked into her eyes and smiled slowly: "I asked you to run with me every day, teach you how to detect crimes, and help you with your mischief. Do you think I am a nanny or someone else? Meng Yao, you are so heartless."
His low and pleasant voice paused for a moment when he looked at the girl's calm face: "I'm chasing you, young lady, but don't tell me that you don't feel anything at all."
Meng Yao was stunned for a moment, watching the man's eyes change three times, and all the information in his hand slipped down.
The expression of inevitable victory gradually emerged in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "That's it, then you'd better save it."
The fingers holding the cigarette paused, and the man's expression was a little cold.
The girl's mediocre face always showed a smile: "I want to chase you too, so we can be even."