"If it really is Yuan Chong, what could his motive be? We haven't crossed paths with him before," Jiang Shuyao closed her suitcase and, taking off her shoes, sat upright on the bed, ready to seriously analyze Yuan Chong.
The night outside the window was thickening as Pei Yan lazily walked over to draw the curtains and returned to hold her in his arms.
The air conditioning was on, and the two of them, wrapped together, weren't hot—just in a slightly odd position.
She looked up at him. "What are you doing? We haven't finished talking about serious matters yet."
"We can still talk like this." Pei Yan loosened his embrace slightly, giving her some room to move, "Do you remember the company that sponsored last year's coding competition?"
Of course, she remembered.
It was because Lu Chen's team had first sold the patent that she had made a point to scout out the venue early on the day of the competition.
