Sheng Yang was halfway through her drink when someone called. This time, she picked up the call without looking at it.
Yuan Xinran was sitting beside her and had glanced sideways.
—Little Fox?
What a peculiar taste.
"Hello." The moment Sheng Yang opened her mouth, Yi Juncheng narrowed his pretty eyes. "You've been drinking?"
This caused Gao Feng, who was dozing off at the side, to wake up instantly.
What was wrong with the master?
"Just a little." Sheng Yang didn't know how he could tell that she had drunk. It didn't make sense.
She had no idea that for Yi Juncheng, he could discover even the slightest details about the people he cared about. For those he did not, he would not be able to discover anything even if he were to walk by them over and over again.
These double standards all stemmed from an unnamed fondness that was deeply ingrained in his bones.
