Xiao Ming's eyebrows instinctively shot up, then slowly descended.
"Oh."
"Oh?"
Just from the volume, one could tell how dissatisfied Ding Jianwei was, "That was the spy I was in charge of monitoring!
Now the person has been assassinated, which is a serious dereliction of my duty, and I'm going to be punished for it.
And all you have to say is 'oh'?"
"Punishment sounds great!" Xiao Ming yawned, "They should just fire you. I'd fund you to start an information consulting and investigation company. Being a paparazzo or a private detective isn't too bad."
Ding Jianwei blinked, glancing at Yang Hanqing, "Sounds like I'm being kept by you as a hidden mistress."
In an instant, Yang Hanqing's ears twitched and the hand stroking the bronze hairpin stiffened.
"Think whatever you want," Xiao Ming's voice sounded as if he was about to fall asleep, "Even if I really stashed you away in a golden house, it's still better than you looking for death every day out there."
