Halfway through, Yi Juncheng leaned down and hugged her from behind. "Am I that bad?"
The low magnetic voice in her ears sounded mesmerizing and sexy.
Sheng Yang smirked. "I thought you'd give me the vice president after you heard it. Who knew you'd blow your cover?"
Of course, the vice president's rant was true, but it was probably just to appease her.
Yi Juncheng wasn't surprised. His little girl had always been so smart.
"Ah. What are you doing?" Sheng Yang suddenly called out in a small voice.
Yi Juncheng smiled, still gently biting her elf-like ears. "Even the president of the entire Mensa has packed all his people up to be sent to you. It's only right to ask for some payment."
Sheng Yang had nothing to say, so she sat down obediently and endured the numbness that spread from her ears to her limbs and bones, even reaching her heart.
This feeling was killing her.
