"Haha, Miss Sheng, explain yourself."
Zhou Feiyang stood at the side with her arms crossed. She was in high spirits.
Sheng Yang raised an eyebrow at her, then looked at Zhou Feiyang's shining eyes. Sheng Yang tucked her hair back.
Why did things become so troublesome?
How could she explain it?
She couldn't be bothered to say anything.
"I have nothing to explain." If anyone was going to explain, it should be someone else.
Every debt had a debtor.
Zhou Feiyang chuckled. She was already prepared and made way for Sheng Yang. The special doctor from the research institute rushed over from behind and placed his hand on Sheng Yang's pulse. His eyes narrowed and gradually enlarged like a full moon.
The people outside the door did not understand what they were up to.
Miss Zhou and Sheng Yang had been fighting for a long time. Of course, it was mainly Miss Zhou who was fighting. No one could guess what Miss Sheng was thinking.
