C12 You will Regret It (1/2)

”Right.” Lang Yan thought about something and his eyes lit up. He picked up the bag containing the midnight snacks and handed it over to Hee Zhuolun as he smiled and said, ”Mr Hee can use them to store the filth you vent out. No matter what, the opening of the box and the opening of the bag are bigger than the opening of the bottle, so it will definitely be more convenient to use them.”

Actually, he hadn't drugged the cake at all. The reason he lied to Hee Zhuolun was to tease him, to see this man remove his gentle side and reveal an angry look.

Hee Zhuolun glanced at him coldly, then forked another piece of cake before placing it in his mouth once again. He chewed on it carefully, as if he wanted to taste what the cake was made from, and only after he had finished eating did he place the paper plate and fork on the windowsill.

Seeing that he had finished the cake, Lang Yan guessed that Hee Zhuolun must have seen through his lies. After all, he was the heir to the Hee Family, so he must have trained here since young.

He smiled. ”You're welcome.”

Hee Zhuolun took out a white handkerchief from his pockets and wiped his mouth gracefully. Looking at the work permit hanging around Lang Yan's neck, he sneered.

The person in front of him did not look like a police officer, but a young master from a Wealthy Class family. However, there was no one from the Wealthy Class with the surname 'Lang' in the Wealthy Class B city.

Lang Yan looked at the work badge in front of his chest: ”From Mr Hee's tone, it seems you don't believe that I'm a police officer.”

Hee Zhuolun did not answer and slowly folded his handkerchief. When the handkerchief was folded into a small triangle, he suddenly stopped his hands, looked at the leftovers on the windowsill and said: ”Mr Lang, I'll have to trouble you to take these away when you leave.”

Lang Yan asked: ”Mr Hee, are you sure you don't need to leave the box and bag behind?”

”Thanks, but no thanks.”

”You will regret it.” Lang Yan chuckled as he picked up the barbeque stick that he had eaten earlier and returned it to the bag.

Suddenly, a beautiful big hand grabbed his wrist.

Lang Yan raised his head, looked at the owner of the hand, and laughed: ”Mr Hee, could it be that you have changed your mind?”