Liang Jianfeng's face darkened, and his brows knitted tightly as he asked, "How did you come to have the keys to Secretary Song's house?"
"..."
The corners of Song Guanchao's mouth twitched wildly. What was Director Liang implying by pretending not to know?
Was he trying to take a dig at me?
Liang Jiajia lost her composure when questioned, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
"I, I..."
Song Guanchao took a deep breath.
As a man, it was his turn to stand up at such times.
He couldn't just enjoy the pleasures of bed and then shy away from taking responsibility.
"Uncle Liang, Jiajia and I are dating."
Hearing this, Liang Jianfeng's serious expression softened a bit.
He didn't speak but took out a cigarette, lighting it and smoking silently.
Liang Jiajia stood at the door, which wasn't even closed, her heart pounding and her whole body tense to the extreme.
Song Guanchao also stood aside, waiting silently.