On the contrary, if the group fell into Ye Miao's hands, their whole family would probably be laughed yellow-faced by outsiders.
"Don't worry about this matter, I'll take care of it," Xiang Zhen narrowed her eyes, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the depths of her gaze.
Ye Yu, this is you pushing me.
...
Clouds flitted across the sky, and the morning breeze carried a touch of coolness.
"Li Mochan."
The soft and warm voice suddenly broke the tranquility of the bedroom.
Ye Jiuliang walked lazily towards the bathroom with half-closed, sleepy eyes.
She wore an overly loose robe, the black satin fabric and its male design gave away its ownership at first glance.
The robe was so loose that it dragged on the floor as she moved, almost looking like she was wearing a trailing evening gown to the uninitiated.
Not seeing anyone, she called out again, drawing out the end of her words, "Li Mochan."
Before her voice had faded, the man poked his head out from the bathroom.
