"Click."
The door closed.
Jiang Chen, who had gone out in the dead of night to watch the commotion, came back in his non-woven slippers.
"Feel good?"
Fang Qing, who had lain back down on the bed, asked, trying hard to suppress the curl of her lips.
Feel good?
Jiang Chen reacted—he hadn't closed the door, so Qing Gege must've also heard the curses from those two who got taken away by the police officers.
He wasn't embarrassed either.
"When you get caught for that kind of thing, how long do they usually lock you up for?"
Really quite keen and eager to learn, huh.
"You don't know?"
"How would I know?"
Being counter-questioned left Jiang Chen baffled. "It's not like I studied law."
"Didn't you have a pretty good grasp of the law?"
There was a deeper meaning in Fang Qing's tone.
As an entrepreneur, Boss Jiang did dabble in legal matters, but only enough to be called a dabbler, and what those two next door had been up to just happened to land squarely in his blind spot.
