"Why is he here?"
Tsai Yawen, one of Kang Sola's girl-friends, asked in such a hushed manner. Three girls hunched forward in a corner of a lavish apartment complex on the topmost floor of one of the prestigious residential skyscrapers in the metro. They were talking about a guy so relaxedly seated at the table in the kitchen.
"Uhm, this is his house."
"This is his house?!" The ladies whispered back, repeating Su Jingjing's words.
*Ahem* *Ahem*
Three heads turned to look at the source of the clearing throat.
"You do know, ladies, that I can hear you, right?" Without looking at them, Yang Haoran spoke against the broad spreadsheet he's been reading. One of his leg's ankle was crossed leisurely on the other leg's thigh. He fluttered the broadsheet with one strong flick of his wrists.
The discussing ladies looked at each other, utterly humiliated.
