Cao Yi maintained a smile, but there was a slight chill in his eyes.
This woman had an air of superiority, as if she were a king holding his life and death in her hands.
After so many years, it was the first time anyone had spoken to him with a tone of judgment and amusement.
Cao Yi was displeased.
In fact, Cao Yi met Su Yutang long ago, but Su Yutang never wore the same mask, so it was normal for Cao Yi not to recognize her.
Su Yutang leaned back on the chair, her fingers lightly tapping on her cheek, the tear-shaped mole on her face enchanting under the dim light.
She spoke:
"If I'm not mistaken, you are with the authorities.
Your clothes are all branded, but rather cheap ones.
You're just using this outfit to suit the occasion.
This style somewhat resembles that of the internal affairs of the Public Security Bureau."
Cao Yi's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Su Yutang's lips curved into a seductive arc, and her fingertips brushed the corner of her eye:
