Shao Ke really was busy. After a few more words, he hung up.
Yan Ningke narrowed his eyes at Liao Hai, who was driving up front. "It was you, wasn't it, Agent Hai?"
Liao Hai glanced guiltily at the rearview mirror and gave him a fawning smile.
Yan Ningke gave a soft huff. Knowing he had done it for his sake, he couldn't be bothered to hold it against him.
Liao Hai raised a hand and swore, "Don't worry, bro. My heart will always belong to you!"
Yan Ningke shuddered, shaking off his goosebumps. "Oh, spare me. Save that for your future girlfriend!"
Liao Hai gave a sheepish grin, suddenly feeling that he really was lucky to be Yan Ningke's assistant.
A tingling itch traveled up his calf, inching toward his tailbone.
Zheng Yan Che was tense all over, his expression solemn as he stared at the documents in his hands. He looked as though he was working intently, but his mind had long since gone completely blank, and his earlobes were red enough to bleed.
In the cool, elegant conference room, his superior's conversation with the other party sounded beside him. Beneath the rectangular table, the pointed toe of a black leather shoe brazenly nudged aside his suit trouser cuff, sliding imperiously along his smooth calf with teasing, intermittent contact.
Zheng Yan Che gritted his teeth. He had just tried to step back and escape when the other man noticed his intention and lightly tapped his knee in warning.
Stay put.
Zheng Yan Che closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, finally willing to look up at the man across from him.
Just one glance into those flippant, unrestrained eyes, and Zheng Yan Che was utterly defeated. He hastily looked away.
It had only been half