Ling Fei's words seemed to remind him of something.
Zhou Shao Hong was still in jail, and he wasn't sentenced yet, was he? He had suffered enough these past few days. It was about time he sent word to him.
In order to distract from the conversation about giving her gifts, Ling Fei blinked her eyes and quickly shifted her gaze to the document bag that Song Tianmo had placed on the coffee table. She smiled sweetly, "President Song, you work so hard, even bringing files home after work."
Song Tianmo followed her gaze and glanced at it, then smirked. When he looked back at her, his eyes were suddenly filled with flirtation, "That's not a file. I'm not working tonight. I'm only interested in you."
Ling Fei felt a knot in her heart.
Bastard!
He was flirting with her again!
Young Master Song, can you please have a proper conversation?