Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox Chapter 29: The Best of the Best

Editor: Henyee Translations

Tang Si sat on the sofa outside, the sleeping woman’s eyes were tightly closed, sweet and delicate. He propped his chin with his hand, fast-forwarding the video.

He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice when Song Yi ca out of the bathroom.

Tang Si heard the "click" of the door and looked up. The woman was wearing a white dress with sleeves, but it was off-shoulder, revealing her alluring shoulders and exquisite collarbone.

Her skin was smooth and fair, her figure curvaceous yet very slim, but not lacking any flesh where it should be.

Her long black hair was half-dry, draping over her chest, her eyes hazy with a water mist, exuding an enchanting charm.

Her fox-like eyes stared at Tang Si, blinking gently, seemingly electrifying.

"Finished watching?"

Her voice was sweet like a gentle breeze.

Tang Si watched quickly, fast-forwarding to the highlights and finishing fast.

"Yeah." Tang Si’s tone was light as he stood up.

He lowered his eyes and took a folded A4 paper out of his pocket, handing it to Song Yi.

He said, "The test report results from over there have co out. The only thing you can’t explain is why your DNA was found on the deceased’s body and on the tissues in his house."

"You don’t have to co back to the criminal investigation team with now, but you must be available at any ti. That day when you got injured on the back of your neck downstairs at Wu Wang’s, I’ve tested it, there’s hallucinogen residue, we’re still investigating who was responsible."

Tang Si finished speaking and lightly brushed his clothes, looking at ease.

Then he looked up and smiled at her: "But, you’ll definitely get an answer."

That look was calm yet seed to carry an endless, resilient strength.

That sentence was heavy with significance.

Song Yi realized that this man was really charming; even the slightest bit of allure he exuded could firmly grasp a woman’s heart.

Even if a handso man showcases one of his strengths to the fullest, it’s enough to form a lethal attraction to won.

At this mont, Song Yi felt her blood boiling.

Tang Si was different from people in the entertainnt industry, where there was no shortage of handso guys or macho types.

But none of them were like Tang Si, who gave off a feeling of wild yet steady, both wild and stable, a sense of justice within his indulgent and lazy deanor.

There was a restrained steadiness in the indulgence, a posture straight and powerful, not from intentional training, but naturally from life’s bits and pieces.

His whole being emanated a wild arrogance.

Tang Si was, indeed, a rare breed.

Song Yi lowered her eyes to the A4 paper; it was essentially a written notice.

"Can you tell who the other woman found at Wu Wang’s house last ti is?" Song Yi asked, "I an, the DNA on the underwear, whose is it?"

She suddenly beca curious about this, after all, she was involved in this case.

Tang Si looked at her and said, "I haven’t asked why your DNA was found there either."

Song Yi frowned; this was precisely the strange part.

"I’ve never been to his house."

Tang Si said nothing, so Song Yi repeated, "Whether you believe it or not, I’ve never been there."

His deep dark eyes kept looking at Song Yi, as if trying to see through her completely.

Their gazes collided in the air, burning, scorching, penetrating deep within.

Song Yi couldn’t decipher that look, it was so plain, revealing nothing substantial.

It made her feel uneasy inside.

After a long silence, Tang Si broke it: "Playing a 3p isn’t a serious cri, it doesn’t involve a criminal case."

"Not interrogating you now doesn’t an you won’t be interrogated in the future—"

"That woman, we haven’t found out who she is, but it’s best if Miss Song thinks whether anyone around her might have had contact with her."

"..." Well, there goes all the good impression!