C138 Deceit

"Yes."

"Thank you, I knew it would be best if you got cold!"

Ignoring Ji Mingzhen's joyful praise, Jiang Jianhan hung up the phone, walked over to the clothes rack, picked up his suit jacket and put it on.

There was no one left in the building, only Jiang Jia's office, which was still brightly lit, like a lonely boat floating on a black surface of water in the night