Suppressing her slightly erratic heartbeat, Tang Li turned back around.
Song Baiyan had already walked up to the washbasin.
He turned on the tap, and water poured out, mixing with the man's low and mellow voice: "The people at home already have a tough time keeping him in check, and now that he knows you, it's like giving a tiger wings."
Turns out he meant to say she was abetting a mischievous tiger...
In fact—
It seemed to be exactly that.
If Song Jingtian wanted to come to Shangbu, without her as an accomplice, it would likely remain just a wish.
A 7-year-old child showing up at a train station or airport, when he stands in front of a ticket window taller than him and says "I want to go to Shangbu," he would surely be taken away by plainclothes police and safely returned to the Song Family.
With her, it was like having an executor of the plan.
