"Who is it?" the man asked lazily, his tone far from polite.
"Is this Mr. Si Ye? I am Liu Siya. I was wondering if you're available now, as I'd like to meet with you," the woman's voice came through the phone, polite yet without a trace of inferiority.
Si Ye, of course, knew who she was. "I'm busy."
The mere thought of Liu Siya brought An Yichen to mind. Subconsciously, his attitude soured a bit.
"It's about your woman, Chen Zhi. Aren't you even a bit interested to hear?"
"Where shall we meet?" the man's eyes narrowed slightly.
Upon arriving at the private room of the teahouse, Si Ye saw Liu Siya but didn't bother with a cordial greeting.
He sat down opposite her, legs casually crossed and his posture relaxed.
"Speak, what is it that you want to talk about?" The man lit up a cigarette, tossed the silver cigarette case on the table, took a deep drag, and exhaled a pale milky smoke.
