Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 172: Her Incomplete Suspicion Became Reality

Seeing him not speak for a while, Song Yi raised her eyebrows, tilted her head, and smiled, "Hmm?"

"Looking for you." Wen Heshang snapped back to reality and said, "I heard you were discharged from the hospital, planned to pick you up, but the nurse said you had already left when I got there. So I had to co over and wait."

Wen Heshang could arrive before Song Yi because she stopped to buy so daily necessities on the way.

Song Yi’s hands were stuffed in her pockets, her whole deanor sowhat lazy, "Looking for to talk business?"

"To talk about Tang Si."

The corners of Song Yi’s eyes instantly curved into a slight arc, her luscious red lips barely moving, "To talk about how you’re not good to him?"

Her smile carried thorns, her words had a mocking tone.

Song Yi, this woman, always managed to say the harshest words with a smile.

Ironically, you couldn’t even get mad.

She smiled radiantly like a flower, bright and magnificent, and as they say, you don’t hit soone with a smile. She smiled with squinted eyes, and if you got angry, you were the one at fault.

Just chatting with her for a couple of sentences, Wen Heshang felt she was prickly and hard to communicate with, not as gentle and soft as she appeared to be.

Song Yi was alluring and delicate, beautiful, with a form that seed easy to bully. But beneath that, there was a sharp, cool pride that made you feel this woman was not easy to ss with.

The type to hide a knife in her smile, gently stabbing you to death.

"No, I just think you won’t be happy with him." Wen Heshang sincerely advised, "His profession is dangerous, and he can’t be with you often. As soone who’s been there, I’m giving you a heads-up. He’s my son; I know his temperant."

"He doesn’t even co ho; imagine how busy he must be."

Song Yi’s smile disappeared, her tone suddenly cold, "He doesn’t even co ho; how do you know his temperant? Shouldn’t you think about why he doesn’t co ho?"

"And also, Uncle Wen, I call you Uncle out of respect for being Tang Si’s father, otherwise, in this position, you should respectfully call President Song or Miss Song."

"As a father, you constantly criticize his profession. Was Tang Si risking his life at the banquet to save a dog? Even saving a dog would be more grateful than you. You’re not only ungrateful but also stepped on him."

"Disgusting."

Song Yi’s face was cold, "If it weren’t for Tang Si’s good planning and decision-making, let’s see if you’d even have this life today."

"Do you know why he works in this profession? Because he wants to save all darkness? One person alone simply can’t do that."

"He never thought of stepping out of the darkness, only wanted those who co after to feel a sliver of light, a bit of hope, breaking through the darkness. Soone like you doesn’t deserve to be his father."

"Having a son like Tang Si, I truly don’t think it’s because you taught him well."

Her words were full of sarcasm and criticism, she spoke in defense of Tang Si, feeling he was undeserved by such a heartless man.

One shouldn’t have saved such a black-hearted man.

After saying all this, Song Yi only felt her heart twisted in pain, felt a deep, suffocating depression.

How could there be such a father? From Wen Heshang, she couldn’t feel even a trace of affection for Tang Si.

Song Yi finished speaking and directly left, not wanting to converse any longer.

Li Wen glanced at Wen Heshang, said nothing, and followed Song Yi upstairs.

Song Yi went upstairs into the cold wind, Tang Si’s face and figure vividly floating in her mind, every scene weighed heavily on her heart.

The line of work as a detective was one that often encountered darkness and filth, Tang Si’s private life was not necessarily comfortable.

Tang Si’s deep, pleasant voice echoed in her ears, and also...his jumping from the building, his attempted suicide, his not wanting to live.

At their first eting, beneath his rugged facade, he exuded a lazy yet despondent vibe.

Honestly, Wen Heshang’s arrival today made those immature suspicions in her mind turn real...

Tang Si... depression, perhaps mild, perhaps severe.