Advising Kang Ming
Yue Tu, who was lying on Zhong Chenyu's lap, turned towards the entrance. "Master, he's here; I'm sure he will be furious."
Zhong Chenyu nodded to her. "I've been waiting for him since earlier, but he only came to me now. Anyway, let me handle this matter myself."
"All right." Even so, Yue Tu continued to look at Kang Ming, and a glimmer of hatred flashed across her eyes.
Before long, Kang Ming had entered their residence, and his expression instantly became serious with his forehead furrowed. "What have you done? Why do I sense another man's yang qi in your body? Didn't we agree not to do that? Moreover, it belonged to the brat from back then, yet you denied that you don't have a special relationship with him."