Ye Shu gritted her teeth and inwardly cursed, "Damn, asking for it again!"
The Sheng Ancestor's perverse preferences were truly hard to satisfy!
She pushed down the anger rising from the bottom of her heart, layer by layer, and lifted her delicate little face, smiling until her eyes almost squeezed into slits.
Nodding, nodding!
The little hand curled around his neck tightened a bit more, and her red lips came close, her pleasant voice sounding soft and muffled, "Is Mr. Sheng satisfied?"
"It's slightly better."
Sheng Shaochen carried her directly into the private elevator and descended to the parking lot.
The moment the elevator doors opened, the stifling hot air of the parking lot rushed in.
Ye Shu suddenly snapped back to reality.
He brought her to the parking lot—was he planning to send her to find Zifeng?
Then, wasn't her painstaking effort to please him a waste of expression?