Zhou Feiyang found the other party more and more familiar, but she could not remember.
As soon as Sheng Yang saw Zhou Rusheng, she heaved a long sigh of relief. She really didn't like taking care of children.
Well… from the looks of it, if she and Yi Juncheng really had a child in the future, it would be a headache.
"No, I'm not going with you. You old man, you're too boring." The baby-faced man insisted on pestering Sheng Yang.
As the dean, Zhou Rusheng could not do anything to him.
The identity of this little devil became even more confusing.
…
In the office, Yi Juncheng crossed his legs and caressed his lips with his fingers, reminiscing about the beautiful period after their wedding.
He was a little unprofessional.
Of course, there were documents on the table, but he was already done reading them.
