Then, Gao Ming witnessed her almighty abilities… First, she was in boss mode and made phone calls to her men. Then, she turned to jewelry designer mode and drew a few designs. Others would have to rack their brains to come up with these designs, but when it came to her, she just seemed to take it as child's play. Then, she wrote a detective novel. That typing speed was horrific! Gao Ming glanced at her top speed and closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Even if he typed randomly, he wouldn't be able to type at this speed.
Gao Ming was ashamed. If he were to take on multiple roles like this, he would probably be distracted, but Sheng Yang wasn't. Not only was she at ease, but she was also doing everything well.
Gao Ming couldn't help himself. "You should at least say something to me."
Sheng Yang glanced at him. "Like what?"
There was silence. Sometimes, people were most afraid not of death but of neglect and loneliness.
