An Xin's eyes brightened, and though she held back the excitement in her heart, she smiled reservedly, "If Young Master Chen doesn't mind, I am available anytime."
This was an indirect invitation and hint.
It was as if she was saying, if you wish, I am available anytime...
Tang Yuchen's lips curled up into an increasingly wicked smile.
He sipped a bit of wine, savored it, and nodded appreciatively, "Indeed, it's good wine, but drinking too much will probably lead to drunkenness."
Placing the wine glass down, he stood up, leaned in close to An Xin, and in the pitch-black depths of his phoenix eyes, there was a trace of wicked light.
An Xin's cheeks flushed slightly as she shyly lowered her gaze. Her curled and delicate eyelashes resembled those of a Barbie doll, utterly enchanting.
A seductive chuckle escaped Tang Yuchen's throat; he didn't do anything to her but straightened up and left the villa.
Driving on the road, he made a call, "How is the investigation going?"
