"How should I know? I'm not a worm in your stomach!"
Qin Yu spread his hands.
That affair with Han Bing really was a troublesome mess. Moreover, given what he understood about her, she was a proud and extreme woman.
If she ever found out it was him who slept with her, she would undoubtedly throw him into that special room at Division Seven, lock him up for ten or fifteen days, and torture him to death.
Just thinking about that unbearable five-day experience made Qin Yu's back go cold.
"Group Leader Han, is there something you need?"
At this moment, Lu Wenrou, having finished her phone call, also walked over and nodded indifferently at Han Bing.
Even though she wasn't fond of Han Bing's way of doing things, the two organizations still needed to cooperate, so they couldn't afford to let the relationship become too stiff.
"It's nothing!"
After finishing her cold statement, Han Bing rolled up her car window and merged into the traffic with a stomp on the gas pedal.