As for what it was, or how unpleasant it sounded, he didn't know. He only knew it wouldn't be pleasant, and they were discussing him.
What Tang Si disliked the most was the sympathetic looks from others, as if he were pitiable.
And Song Yi had just looked at him, eyes full of admiration and respect, even asking him, is it possible? So cautiously.
He smiled a little, what a wonderful girl, sly and smart like a fox.
She should be happy, she should live joyfully and without worries.
He stepped to the office door, his lips no longer bearing a smile, with a clear and cold face, raised his hand and knocked.
The two inside noticed it was Tang Si, and their conversation abruptly stopped—
Tang Si stood at the doorway, as if he hadn't heard: "The social gathering tonight is almost ready, I came to inform you."
"Tang Si, come sit for a while, there's something I'd like to discuss." The man inside said with a smile.
