Tong Yan’s curiosity was piqued.
"What is it?"
Yang Wen chuckled slyly, "With this, you’ll be in charge from now on!"
The more he talked, the more interested Tong Yan beca, but no matter what, Yang Wen wouldn’t spill the beans.
Damn it!
Does he not know curiosity can kill the cat!
Does he believe I won’t hit him!
Well, actually, she also didn’t believe it.
Tong Yan had no choice, and the Su Family elders kept urging, so they had to put it off until next ti.
The three of them got in the car and went straight to the prison.
For so reason, they were stopped at the entrance. The guard at the door asked seriously, "No visiting allowed now."
Old Mrs. Su panicked, "Did sothing happen inside?"
The guard did not answer.
Tong Yan quickly reassured her, "Maybe it’s the prison’s rules, Grandma, we’ll co next ti."
Old Mrs. Su, who could be quite unreasonable in the countryside, was too scared to make a scene in front of the policeman. The older generation had a certain respect for officials, no matter how minor, they felt so awe.
So the three of them had to turn back.
Under Tong Yan’s reassurance, the Su Family elders went back to the countryside, planning to co again later. They originally wanted to make a big fuss, but were coaxed back just like that.
After calming them down, Tong Yan boldly returned to Fengyun Studio to find Yang Wen.
She opened the door and saw a scene beyond words.
Xia Susu was sitting on Yang Wen’s lap, writhing her body, her face flushed.
Tong Yan wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen it, but Yang Wen saw her.
Awkwardness filled the room.
"I did knock..." Tong Yan defended herself, and the key point was the door wasn’t even locked.
Xia Susu calmly got off Yang Wen’s lap, tossed her long waves, and walked out with enchanting allure. "I’ll leave it to you, carry on."
There seed to be so misunderstanding.
After the door closed, Tong Yan raised an eyebrow, "Director Yang, looks like you’re quite valuable."
No wonder you could sign Xia Susu, now it makes sense.
"It’s not my fault; she ca onto . You know, n have certain needs," Yang Wen looked innocent and shuffled over with a chuckle, "I wonder how Yimo is in bed? Is he long-lasting? Is he skilled? Did you ever... "
Tong Yan raised her phone calmly, "Director Yang, I’ve recorded what you just said and sent it to him."
Yang Wen was stunned, his eyes blank, frozen in place, speechless for a long ti.
What the hell, she’s stirring things up!
Oh no, if Yimo really found out, he’d be finished.
Yang Wen asked hopefully, "You’re joking, right? You didn’t actually tell him, did you?"
Tong Yan looked at his pitiful state and felt a bit reluctant to hit him so hard.
Seeing her expression, Yang Wen, already in despair, clung to a sliver of hope, "I believe you didn’t tell him, right?"
Tong Yan took out her phone, opened WeChat, pressed play, and Yang Wen’s voice played, "I wonder how Yimo is in bed? Is he long-lasting? Is he skilled..."
Yang Wen looked ready to cry without tears, "You’re really screwing over now!"
Truly a pair of mischievous partners.
Tong Yan remained calm, with a mischievous glint in her eyes—serves him right for teasing her earlier.
Right then, Tong Yan’s phone rang, she saw the caller ID and raised an eyebrow, "Director Yang, should I answer?"
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