"Move around a bit," Zeng Li wiggled her tiny bottom, dissatisfied with his wooden response.
Helpless, Song Guanchao had no choice but to grab her bottom and gently rub.
"Can we talk now?"
"Don't talk, make me feel good first, then we'll talk. Otherwise, once I've said it, you'll put me down."
"I won't."
"You promise!"
"I promise."
"Hmph, I'll trust you this once."
Zeng Li wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring the pleasure of his teasing while speaking, "You said that Hou Wen already knows he's going to be brought down, right?"
"Mm-hmm."
"An official who knows he's about to be brought down, yet neither transfers his assets nor flees, that's inherently contradictory."
"But if you're sure he really knows, then there's only one possibility."
"What possibility?"
"He's already started transferring assets."
Song Guanchao frowned, "But your investigation showed no sign of his assets being moved."
"That just means you didn't look hard enough."
