No Response?

When Yi Juncheng returned, Sheng Yang stared at him solemnly. Her expression was as serious as if she was studying an unsolved problem in the world. She was wondering how to praise him in the most appropriate way.

Yi Juncheng held his forehead helplessly. Didn't Yangyang know that her fiery eyes were testing his self-control?

He sighed inwardly but could only let her be.

Sheng Yang was about to open her mouth, but then she thought better of it and shifted her eyes. Should she be shy about saying all this?

That wasn't right either. Wasn't it purely a biological problem?

Therefore, she just leaned forward, but Yi Juncheng happened to lean over. The two of them didn't control their speed well, and Sheng Yang's lips brushed past Yi Juncheng's ear.

Immediately, Yi Juncheng froze.

Sheng Yang was oblivious. She whispered something into his ear.

Boom—

Young Master Yi exploded, his blood boiling.