As soon as Lady Yimo spoke, the deep gaze of the man immediately landed on her with a fathomless, mysterious expression.
Shu Yimo felt somewhat uneasy under his gaze, coughed lightly a few times, and seeing his garment's edge fluttering messily in the cool breeze, she reached out to straighten it for him while saying, "It's snowing in the Northwest now, you should… keep warm…"
"Hmm."
Long Chengyu simply hummed in response.
"It will probably be night when you arrive, remember to give me a call."
Shu Yimo reminded him.
"Hmm."
The man acknowledged and continued to walk forward.
"Long Chengyu, doesn't Longteng Group provide a car for the deputy chief?"
Shu Yimo, no longer bothering to hide her thoughts, chased after him and bluntly asked—
They were already so familiar with each other, there was no need for roundabout talk, right?
"You sound like a shrewd little profiteer."
Long Chengyu cast a deep, sidelong glance at her.
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