Mu Jingxi's cold eyes glanced at him with a frosty look, "Did you 'monitor' her?"
"What?" Song Yunchi thought to himself, this guy is really tough to deal with.
Checking the phone was one thing, but why did it extend to monitoring as well?
"Qiao An's phone, was it monitored as usual?"
Song Yunchi said with a sincere face, "That, of course, was... not done! That was one of the conditions of my cooperation with her."
"Cooperation?" Mu Jingxi's cold eyes narrowed dangerously, a flash of chilly light flickering briefly.
He let out a scoff, his gaze tinged with a hint of mockery, "When did you two get so close that I wasn't aware of it?"
Huh.
That tone sounded off.
Song Yunchi sniffed forcefully, pretending to be puzzled, "Why do I sense a bit of sourness here? Jingxi, do you smell it too?"
"Song Yunchi!"
