Seeing him not speak for a while, Song Yi raised her eyebrows, tilted her head, and smiled, "Hmm?"
"Looking for you." Wen Heshang snapped back to reality and said, "I heard you were discharged from the hospital, planned to pick you up, but the nurse said you had already left when I got there. So I had to come over and wait."
Wen Heshang could arrive before Song Yi because she stopped to buy some daily necessities on the way.
Song Yi's hands were stuffed in her pockets, her whole demeanor somewhat lazy, "Looking for me to talk business?"
"To talk about Tang Si."
The corners of Song Yi's eyes instantly curved into a slight arc, her luscious red lips barely moving, "To talk about how you're not good to him?"
Her smile carried thorns, her words had a mocking tone.
Song Yi, this woman, always managed to say the harshest words with a smile.
Ironically, you couldn't even get mad.
