In the luxury apartment.
After Song Zhizhi left, Yin Qin lit a cigarette and joked, "Can't even smoke when she's here. Our Young Master Ji sure does love his wife."
Ji Baijian ignored Yin Qin and lit a cigarette for himself too.
Yin Qin puffed. Looking at the smoke lingering in front of him, he laughed and said, "You sure live up to your name as the sly old fox."
Ji Baijian stared at Yin Qin.
Yin Qin added, "That was easy. Knowing you, I knew you wouldn't keep Song Zhizhi, whose backstory is unknown, by your side for no reason. So that's why."
"Don't simply make assumptions about me," Ji Baijian said indifferently with a smirk.
"Yeah, who knows what you're actually thinking?" Yin Qin mummured.
He had never been able to figure out what was on Ji Baijian's mind ever since they were kids.
