At 7:35 PM, Tang Li and Song Jingtian were taken away from the police station’s reception center by Ji Ming.
After climbing into the car, Song Jingtian couldn’t wait to ask, "Why didn’t my older brother come to pick us up? I specifically asked them to call him."
While speaking, he turned his head to ask Tang Li, "Don’t you think?"
Tang Li slightly tugs at the corner of her lips, she isn’t the 7-year-old Song Jingtian, as an adult, having his cellphone and wallet stolen, it’s inevitably embarrassing to face the police or Ji Ming.
After all, she had brought Song Jingtian to Shangbu without notifying the Song Family.
Seeing Ji Ming, Song Jingtian resumed his pompous nature, leaning on the seat like a lord, rummaging through his backpack unable to find any snacks, he looked at Tang Li with deep sorrow, "An entire box of nougat cakes, you ate them all, not leaving me even one piece."
Tang Li replied unfazed: "When did I eat your cookies?"
"Just now, at the police station," the little guy reminded her, "When I came back from the toilet, you were rummaging through my backpack, you said you were hungry, I even shared half a piece of chocolate with you!"
Tang Li looked up, just meeting Ji Ming’s gaze in the rearview mirror, her ears feeling a bit warm, she specifically explained, "...actually it was just four cookies."
So, she didn’t eat that many.
Ji Ming couldn’t help but laugh a bit, "Once we’re at the hotel, you can eat whatever you like, no more arguing over four cookies."
"..." She was being treated like a child.
Song Jingtian didn’t comment either, "Who said we were fighting."
Saying this, he moved closer to Tang Li, scoffing at Ji Ming, "We are getting along fine!"
Ji Ming drove them to a five-star hotel where they would be staying.
Naturally, Song Baiyan wouldn’t be staying here.
For international summits , leaders usually stay in State Guesthouses of various provinces and cities, aside from safety issues, State Guesthouses also serve as important venues for the Head of State and leaders to conduct foreign affairs.
"The gentleman has a meeting with the Finance Minister of Argentina from 7 to 8 PM." In the elevator, Ji Ming checked his watch, "If all goes well, the gentleman should be here by 9:30 PM."
Ji Ming’s estimate was slightly off.
Song Baiyan showed up at the hotel after 10 PM.
The doorbell rang, Ji Ming got up to open the door.
Within thirty seconds, Tang Li saw Song Baiyan.
Song Baiyan was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, more formally than she had ever seen him before, the tie had been removed when he left the International Convention and Exhibition Center, and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, giving him a mix of seriousness and a touch of scholarly casualness.
As he sat down on the sofa, Tang Li became tense.
Song Jingtian was exceedingly happy upon seeing Song Baiyan, but then nervousness followed, knowing that sneaking here was wrong, he subconsciously hid behind Tang Li.
Tang Li completely exposed under Song Baiyan’s watch: "..."
"Is nobody going to explain what happened today?" After a while, Song Baiyan was the first to break the silence.
His calm tone still couldn’t put one at ease.
Tang Li organized her words before speaking, "I know it was wrong, so when he came to find me, I was extremely reluctant."
This explanation met with an ally’s incredulous stare.
At these words, Song Baiyan looked up towards Tang Li.
The adult man’s deep and tranquil gaze seemed to hold a certain deterrence, scaring Song Jingtian into shrinking his neck, releasing Tang Li’s clothing, and standing out properly.