"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were concerned about this," Yang Qingheng said somewhat awkwardly, reaching out to open the car door cautiously. "Can we talk about it when we get back?"

Having lived two lifetimes, this woman was completely clueless when it came to coaxing teenage boys. Song Hengjue felt like he had punched cotton; he turned his back, his frustration written all over the back of his head.

Yang Qingheng was in a state of utter panic when another phone call came in.

"Okay, I understand. Arrange for him to go to the restaurant first, and I'll be there in a bit."

Sighing, she tugged at Song Hengjue's sleeve, somewhat helplessly saying, "Alright, stop making a fuss. Go home right now. We'll talk about everything when I get off work."

She already had enough of a mess to deal with, and now the person who created the mess is making things worse.

"You're leaving already?" Song Hengjue pointed to his nose, his pupils dilating slightly. "What about me?"

She was just giving him a perfunctory reply a moment ago, but now that something else is going on, she's not even willing to give him a perfunctory reply? Haha, as expected, this woman has never been heartless.

Song Hengjue's aura was low and somewhat awkward. He slammed the car door shut, turning his back to her.

Yang Qingheng didn't have time to play house with him. She knocked on the car window and said, "Uncle Li, please take him home and tell the bodyguards at home that no one is allowed to let him out before I get back today, and don't let him make any more phone calls."

His condition might actually be a case of split personality, which is quite frightening.

Thinking of Song Hengjue's previous mental illness, her expression became even more serious.

Before the driver could answer, Song Hengjue slammed his fist on the car window in anger, exclaiming incredulously, "Yang Qingheng, are you trying to detain me? What gives you the right?"

"Heh, I'm not only going to imprison you, I'm also going to find an iron chain to tie your feet up, so you'll behave like a little calf." Yang Qingheng said coldly, to prevent him from causing trouble every day and making her worry.

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"Hey, you brat, have you ever seen a calf? You know, the kind that's chained up." Yang Qingheng spoke so seriously that Song Hengjue couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not.

Now the bodyguards really won't let him go out. The small villa, which is several hundred square meters, is completely sealed off. He even has to ask permission to take a few steps into the yard. If he hadn't fought back so hard, those stubborn guys would have been waiting outside the window for him to go to the toilet!

Song Hengjue's face turned red; this guy was truly a pervert.

Xu Changchang stared in shock: "Chaining it up with an iron chain? That's so pitiful. My mom doesn't even chain up her dog at home."

grass!

Song Hengjue touched his ankle, and when he realized that he had just been thinking about how big the iron chain Yang Qingheng was going to give him was, he jumped up in fright.

He's a living, breathing person; if he's chained up, isn't he even more pitiful than an animal?

No, no!

He was frantic, he couldn't let that woman treat him like that.

Yang Qingheng politely saw off the newspaper editor-in-chief and placed the DNA test report in his palm.

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry to trouble you with clarifying this matter. I will definitely treat you to dinner again after it's done."

President Chen smiled and took the gift bag she handed him. He weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy. He nodded in satisfaction: "Of course. It is our duty as journalists to present the truth to the public. Mr. Song is innocent, and we would never allow anyone to slander him."

Yang Qingheng forced a perfect fake smile, helped him into the car, then opened her own car door, vigorously rubbing her face, which was almost frozen from smiling, with a sense of venting her anger.

Since the company became famous, how long has it been since she's tried to please someone like this? It's all Song Hengjue's fault!