"Doctor Jiang, I'm very familiar with the cases in Changyang City," Tang Jia shifted her body slightly, whispering.
Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded, saying, "Which case to work on, in the end, should not be up to me to decide."
"You must be the person with the most decision-making power. I could assist you as a counselor," Tang Jia's voice was soft, softly caressing the ear.
Jiang Yuan distinctly smelled the aroma of tea, reminiscent of the times when he occasionally took care of renting out houses, and some young ladies, seeing his youth, would initiate conversation with him, chat in a soft, glutinous accent.
Of course, the topic would ultimately fall on reducing the rent, reducing the deposit, or getting some leeway on renovation time. And that sweet voice would become less and less interesting in the subsequent communications.
Despite this, amongst all the nasal voices, Tang Jia still ranked as one of the better-looking ones.