Yi Juncheng's fingers caressed his sexy thin lips. There was an indescribable smile on his face as if he was proud of himself. "Children won't understand."
Tong Liang was often called young in the family. After all, the Tong family was filled with old antiques. Now that Yi Juncheng had said that, he instinctively retorted, "Hey, I'm not young anymore. I'm almost 30."
Yi Juncheng ignored him and walked back in silence.
Only then did Tong Liang notice that he was still barefooted and wanted to follow him, but Yi Juncheng turned around and looked at him coldly. "Don't follow me."
"Oh." Tong Liang shrank his neck in grievance. He originally wanted to show off to Gao Feng that in Lanca, he and Master were inseparable. But why was Master so strange today?
Not long after Yi Juncheng left, he entered a room on the mezzanine floor and searched the area. No one was in sight.
