These simple words casually stirred the atmosphere, as if there were blades dancing in the air.
Han Liubai's eyes seemed to have a thick layer of frost as he stared at him coldly.
It turned out that he had known all along.
"If Director Jiang likes this little bit of money, feel free to take it." There was no emotion in his faint voice.
Jiang Yanshen's thin lips curled up slightly. "I naturally won't take this small sum of money seriously, but it's a different matter if it's a gift from President Han."
Han Liubai's usual good temper immediately dissipated. He wished he could punch this man in the face.
"Why can't she see through your shameless face?"
Jiang Yanshen's tone was light. "Perhaps she prefers shamelessness to hypocrisy."
If he was shameless, wouldn't Han Liubai be hypocritical? The two of them were the same, and neither of them could laugh at the other.
