Okay.
Such a reply is akin to an instruction.
Yet, it is more intriguing than a formal directive.
Exactly what aspect is ’okay’?
Tang Li glanced at the character and then turned to look at Song Jingtian.
"What are you doing?" The little guy was knocking on the wooden fish, pretending to be a monk quite convincingly, just missing a Kasaya draped over his shoulders.
Tang Li slowly withdrew her gaze from the little guy’s buttocks and replied, "Your brother praised you."
Song Jingtian was half-believing and half-doubting.
"Really." Tang Li also knocked on the wooden fish, "I sent him a ssage suggesting he send Yan Yingcheng’s eldest grandson to Country S as a hostage, thus restraining Yan Daiqing, and your brother said ’can do’."
"Then what?" the little guy asked.
"What do you an then?"
"Like, did my brother say anything else?"
"Nothing more," Tang Li finished the sentence and looked at Song Jingtian: "He praised you, used three words, isn’t that enough?"
Song Jingtian: "..."
How is this praise?
Clearly the calm before the storm!
What’s that saying?
——The shorter the word, the greater the amount of information.
In the past, when his brother praised him, he wouldn’t describe him as ’can do’.
Song Jingtian quickly expanded the sentence in his mind: ’So young and already knowing how to sche, can do’, ’Always calculating these things, can do’, or perhaps ’can do, full of bad ideas, should be flipped upside down and shaken out’.
Thinking this way, he couldn’t knock the wooden fish anymore.
Since returning by plane ans suffering, might as well stay here.
Thinking this, he looked up to find that little figure that filled his thoughts and dreams.
Tang Li was initially testing the waters, but seeing Song Jingtian’s reaction, was even more certain that the ’can’ wasn’t a good word.
Realizing this, while Song Jingtian wasn’t paying attention, she edited and sent a ssage.
"What did you reply?" A head popped over.
Tang Li: "..."
She hid the cellphone behind her, "I just told your brother thank you for the praise."
Song Jingtian: "!"
This is unbearable.
"Let see."
The ssage had successfully sent, so Tang Li wasn’t afraid of him seeing it.
——[Jingtian is a bit upset, saying this idea was his, and not to ride his coattails.]
Song Jingtian: "..."
Tang Li explained herself: "Not telling you the truth is to prevent you from being too proud."
Song Jingtian: (￢_￢)
Nonetheless, no reply was received for this ssage.
Facing the little guy’s glaring eyes, Tang Li offered an explanation: "This shows that your brother is busy with official duties, and the previous reply might have been a brief distraction, hence just one character was sent."
Whether Song Jingtian believed it, Tang Li didn’t know.
Anyway, as soon as she finished speaking, the little guy turned and showed his back to her.
At lunch, the little guy didn’t offer her the two spring rolls in his bowl.
The cold war lasted until the ritual was completed that day.
Tang Li was about to use ’going to Man City’ to make ands with the little guy when Li Ruan appeared at the temple door, stopped Tang Li and inford her——
"The King has decided to re-investigate the episode involving the task force’s demise at Mihesha River."
The change in the King of Siam’s attitude was unexpected.
Tang Li looked towards Li Ruan: "How can it be..."
This old case has always been a taboo for the King of Siam.
Clearing Li Chengyu of all suspicion would an the King bowing to the Li Family.
"...The elder suspects it might have sothing to do with your excellency."
Tang Li’s hand on the rear seat of the car instinctively tightened.
At this mont, her heart was conflicted.
She hoped Li Hao’s suspicion matched reality.
Yet she also hoped it wasn’t true.
Globally, there are very few who could compel the King of Siam to compromise.
Song Baiyan is clearly among them.
So she was willing to believe Song Baiyan intervened in this matter.
But aside from her ties with the Li Family, she didn’t want Song Baiyan to get involved in this murky affair knowing full well that for the King of Siam to concede, Song Baiyan must have offered so ’benefits’.
Such benefits wouldn’t be limited to just individuals.
News of relatives interfering in political affairs from a previous life still lingered in her mind.
Tang Li hasn’t expected this life to co true.
Returning to the Li Residence, after dinner, Tang Li called Ji Ming into her room.
"I’m going to Man City tonight."
She chose to be upfront.
Ji Ming didn’t ask much, only nodded: "I’ll make arrangents."
Tang Li arrived in Man City at midnight.
Upon exiting the airport, a vehicle was already waiting by the roadside.
Having Ji Ming arrange the trip, she didn’t plan to hide it from Song Baiyan.
Perhaps a report was ready in advance, aside from essential checks, the car drove into the hotel where Song Baiyan was staying without facing any unnecessary inquiries.
In the hotel lobby, Cheng Ying was already waiting for her.
Into the elevator, up the floor, pressed the doorbell, all the way without obstruction.
Cheng Ying opened the door with a room card, waited for Tang Li to enter before quietly leaving.
Song Baiyan was staying in a suite.
As soon as Tang Li entered, she saw docunts spread across a desk, the lights were on, Song Baiyan clearly hadn’t rested at this point.
Hearing the sound of water from the restroom, she turned in that direction.
Eyes t, Song Baiyan didn’t show any surprise.
It was a calm and indulgent deanor.
Unable to hold back, Tang Li feigned indignation: "You didn’t reply to my ssage."
Song Baiyan laughed, threw the wet towel into the trash: "Not replying to your ssage makes you chase to Man City, whose girl has such a temper."
"You tell whose." Tang Li tossed the question back.
Song Baiyan’s smile deepened, returned to the desk, seeing his girl still standing aside, prompted: "It’s late, aren’t you going to wash up and rest?"
Tang Li didn’t travel to Man City to share a bed.
She didn’t change the topic, "The King of Siam says he wants to reopen the investigation into my uncle’s case."
——
There’s sothing today, update is delayed.
Good night!
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