Yang Bingzhong's face froze, and he didn't know how to respond.
If it were his usual self, he wouldn't need to think at all, he could fabricate lies effortlessly. Tang Shuying, who was reduced to ashes, would have been sent by him somewhere on a work assignment.
But now, his mind was reacting much slower, and after a moment, he still hadn't spoken.
It wasn't until Ren Zhong's look of confusion deepened that Yang Bingzhong awkwardly said, "I've got something confidential that I needed her to handle for me, and it'll take a few days before she's back."
Ren Zhong realized, "Oh, I see. No wonder I couldn't reach her with the wrist watch. She probably isn't wearing it, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
Ren Zhong scratched his head, "That's really unfortunate."
"No worries, I've got seven or eight girls at the villa. You can take one to relieve your frustration, try something new?"
