Fuck!
This is outright a threat!
Qiao Xiao'an and him, neither are easy to deal with!
One has the backing of His Excellency the President, the other is the President's own nephew.
I can't afford to mess with either of them.
Song Yunchi lay on the desk, playing dead.
"Mr. Song, give you one minute to think it over,"
Mu Jingxi tapped the desktop leisurely and patiently.
Song Yunchi cursed under his breath, then sat up straight, "Jingxi, isn't this what you'd call being unkind? How can you let me do something like surveillance?"
"Only if you do it, she won't be mad at me,"
Song Yunchi: "..."
I'm gonna puke blood!
So, he wants me to be the scapegoat?
Because he's afraid of Qiao Xiao'an getting mad at him, he's pushing his childhood friend into the line of fire?
"No way!" Song Yunchi refused righteously, standing up and speaking with a full sweep of justice, "What do you think the CIA is? You think you can just do as you please?"
