Hearing his old boss—his old enemy—speak, Qiu Tu was stunned for a second, then as his mind raced, he deliberately smiled back, "Old boss, you don't even want to call me Garrison Commander."
Yan Chen chuckled at Qiu Tu's words, then replied, "Is that important?"
"If I call you Garrison Commander, do you think it's going to change the relationship between us?"
Hearing Yan Chen's reply, Qiu Tu's brows tightened slightly, his gaze flickered.
Tonight, Yan Chen is... a little different.
The simplest thing—he's being way too direct and frank. This is nothing like his old habit of hiding three meanings in every sentence, always scheming....
Thinking this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but glance up at the caller ID on the landline.
It was a completely unfamiliar number. Not Yan Chen's office, and definitely not his personal line.
This meant Yan Chen had arranged a special number just for this call, using a dedicated line to reach Qiu Tu's office directly.
