Hidden Intentions

Sheng Yang's gaze flickered slightly. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

When they reached the flat ground, Yi Juncheng quickly released his grip.

This place was very close to her room, but he still stood there with one hand in his pocket. His back was straight and his expression was lazy and casual. He was like a tall pine tree as he watched her enter her room.

As soon as he went downstairs, he bumped into someone. Actually, he had already noticed this person.

He had expected to be caught red-handed.

She stared at him coldly. The house Sheng Yang was staying in in the capital was not an ordinary house.

"Why did you climb onto someone else's roof?" Although Wu Jiaoyue was asking that, she was not angry.

She had seen him before. At that time, she had pinched his face and teased him, saying, "Call me Auntie."