167: Teasing With Words

Teasing With Words

"… If there's nothing else, I still have to review today's operation with my men. I'll go back first."2

Song Yan's attitude and tone were cold and perfunctory as he turned around and returned to the tent. Qiu Tong was stunned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Qiu Xingyu hooked Qiu Tong's finger obediently and shook it twice to comfort her. "Uncle Song Yan is unhappy from the slap. Mommy has to understand!"

Qiu Xingyuan frowned in dissatisfaction when he saw that Qiu Tong's sincere apology was met with Song Yan's cold response.

Something was not right!

Qiu Tong looked up at the light source, before turning toward Song Yan's tent. She subconsciously muttered to herself.

She had once lived during the post-apocalyptic era. The extremely dangerous environment had allowed Qiu Tong to gain excellent eyesight and observational skills. Even though she was in a dark environment with little light, she could still accurately capture everything within a two-meter radius and clearly remember every tiny detail!

Qiu Tong was certain that there were no finger marks on Song Yan's face just now.

"He shouldn't have recovered so quickly. Unless he has supernatural powers…"

Qiu Tong shook her head to shake off the ridiculous thoughts that had flashed through her mind. She sent the children back to their room in the encampment and coaxed them to sleep.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Qiu Tong saw that Song Yan's tent was still lit. She took the initiative to walk to the door with a glass of warm water and knocked lightly.

Song Yan's tall and slender figure went to the door but he did not open it. Instead, he asked in a clear voice, "What's the matter?"

Qiu Tong didn't expect to be refused entry. Thinking of Little Yu's words, she said in an even more sincere tone, "I didn't consider your feelings and embarrassed you in front of your subordinates, but I didn't do it on purpose…"

"The children are my weak spot. I can't accept or tolerate any accidents happening to them."

"Since you promised me to take care of them, you should take responsibility for at least part of it. Why don't we sit down and talk things out?"

Qiu Tong did not want to keep the conflict and resentment in her heart. So she was taking the initiative now, but Song Yan did not open the door.

"It's late at night and you want to come into my room? Are you planning to do something to me?"

"The unrest caused by the hooligans has already been suppressed. If others see this, they might misunderstand our relationship."

Song Yan's voice carried a hint of a smile as he said, "Of course, if you are indeed here with such intentions, I would be happy to invite you in. But you might end up staying the whole night and won't be able to return."

Qiu Tong was startled to see Song Yan already pressing down on the door handle. She hurriedly placed the glass of warm water on the ground. "Rest early."

"We'll talk about our matter another day!"

Qiu Tong turned and left. Song Yan wiped the smile off his face. He brought the glass of warm water to the table in the room and dialed a familiar number on his phone.

Beep beep beep—

Three seconds later, the call connected.

Song Yan pretended to be relaxed as he stuffed his hand into his pocket. He leaned against the table and gritted his teeth. "Since you are already here, let's meet."

Jin Yang knew his intentions and reported his location. Song Yan immediately rushed over.

In the dark night, two extremely similar faces stared at each other. Jin Yang opened his hand and gestured for Song Yan to take a seat, but Song Yan kicked the seat away. He looked at Jin Yang with a cold smile and asked, "What are your intentions?"

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