Luo Sang didn't know what to say. Nian Junting continued, "Or you can keep it on. We'll still be able to do what we should be doing, and it'll be more exciting."
Luo Sang blushed crimson as she couldn't bear listening to that. "Mr. Nian, what is in your brain?"
"Something dirty and something violent, of course," Nian Junting responded with composure. "Or what did I work day and night for?"
Luo Sang didn't want to continue the conversation. Instead, she pulled the blanket up and covered herself. Nian Junting stood by the bed for a while and then left.
At nine o'clock, when they had finished breakfast and were preparing to head to the airport, Nian Xi came over. Nian Junting frowned slightly when he saw her. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you spending time with Ji Chuan?" he asked.
