Jian Si didn't know how long she had been lost in thought until the complaint in her hands was snatched away. Startled, she looked up to see Nan Zhan standing in front of her desk, eyes cold as he read the document in his hand.
When did he come back?
Jian Si quickly stood up, attempting to retrieve the complaint, but obviously, Nan Zhan had already finished reading it. He was always a fast reader—ten lines at a glance—yet incredibly accurate.
Jian Si lowered her head. She didn't want him to get involved, even though she really needed his help, but after all, the opponent was his mother.
"Not planning to tell me?" Nan Zhan's gaze already saw through her thoughts.
Jian Si's silence was an admission.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly pinched her chin, making her lift her head, and seeing his deep, dark eyes, she felt a moment of calm.
Nan Zhan spoke up, "I'm prepared to take on a case."
