"Bzzz."
"Bzzz."
"Bzzz."
Before Liu Jiangzhou could even read the first new message on his phone, several more came flooding in.
Beside him, He Sipei's fingers flew over his phone as he typed without looking.
The racket drew both Ye Yizhou's and Yan Qingdu's attention.
"No one here is a stranger. What can't you say to our faces?"
Ye Yizhou glanced at Liu Jiangzhou's phone on the table, constantly vibrating and flashing as new texts arrived. "Do you really have to keep us at arm's length?"
"I didn't send those."
He Sipei locked his phone, suddenly sat up straight, and put on a serious expression.
Ye Yizhou didn't expose him, merely commenting calmly, "I think you're a little slow."
He Sipei: ?
He'd been insulted out of nowhere.
"Is sending Director Liu all those messages any use? Does he know anything? Can he answer your questions?"
Ye Yizhou cut straight to the point with three questions, then quickly offered an alternative for comparison:
"You'd be better off just asking out loud. The odds of me clearing up your confusion, and the accuracy of my answers, are much higher than whatever you two come up with by guessing."
Which option was better was clear enough to him.
He Sipei's gaze visibly wavered. After a moment's hesitation, it turned resolute, with the reckless air of someone ready to pick through trash for a living if worse came to worst.
"Are you two really in a business marriage?"
He Sipei asked tentatively.
"Yeah!"
Ye Yizhou answered without hesitation. "Lots of people know."
Lots of people knew?
He Sipei put a huge question mark over that "lots."
"Isn't it obvious?"
Ye Yizhou seemed a little baffled. Without even looking to the side, he pointed his thumb toward Yan Qingdu, leaned over, and lowered his