Si Ye leaned slightly back in his chair, one arm looping around Chen Zhi's waist.
His fingers slowly drifted across her back, mirroring his seemingly casual demeanor.
"If I couldn't even guess this much, what am I doing in Z City?"
His arrogance did not incite any displeasure from Zhao Zhennan, who chuckled and said, "Ha, you indeed have guts. When An Yichen arrives, I'll join you young ones for a couple of drinks. I've got a social engagement later so I can't stay long."
At the mention of An Yichen's name, Chen Zhi's body stiffened slightly, and Si Ye, with his hand on her back, naturally felt her change.
His fingers tightened subtly, pinching the flesh at her waist, and he gave her a sidelong glance filled with a cold warning.
Chen Zhi lowered her eyes and scoffed inwardly.
No wonder he brought her along; it turned out there was a purpose.
As for what that purpose was, she believed she would soon find out.
