Her footsteps halted and she turned to flash a devilish grin at him. "I'll only meet with men in the bedroom."
Wu Fang, "…"
A loud clatter prompted Jiang Lai and Wu Fang to turn their heads. The laptop that had been on his desk lay broken in half on the floor. Wreckage and a shattered screen were all that remained.
Yue Tingfeng remained seated, with his upper body still tidy and his emotions still unwavering. His handsome grace and calm composure belied the fact that it was he who destroyed the laptop.
He cast a sidelong glance and said, "Wu Fang. Come in."
Despite the unassuming tone of his voice, Jiang Lai felt a chill creeping up his spine.
It was inevitable that Yue Tingfeng would look menacing, especially when he was so calm.
Yan Qingsi was long gone by then. Wu Fang held the door handle but was incredibly reluctant to go in. Jiang Lai saw that something was not quite right and wondered if Wu Fang had noticed it too.
