Tang Si raised an eyebrow, saying nothing further.
Director Cheng knew that Tang Si was an old fox, a smiling tiger. He seemed approachable, but in reality, he was very cunning.
Sometimes even he would get entangled by Tang Si.
"Say what you have to say directly."
"What is there to say?" Tang Si's lips curled into a lazy smile: "When have I not followed your instructions?"
"Just wanted to ask you something." Tang Si's almond-shaped eyes were full of laughter, to the point that even Director Cheng felt a little creeped out.
Some people's smiles are gentle, making others feel comfortable.
But Tang Si was different. When he smiled, there was always a bit of harshness hidden in his laziness. That unintentional hint of ruthlessness felt more terrifying than actual viciousness.
Because you never knew what such a person would do next. You couldn't guess, couldn't fathom.
He wasn't someone whose emotions could be easily read or controlled.
