Yang Bingqing choked in her throat.
Girlfriend? What girlfriend? Which girlfriend? Is there a ghost here?
Yang Cheng raised his brow but said nothing.
Jia's face blackened like charcoal. Her eyes shot laser beams at Mingshen. She secretly pinched the back of his neck, but his expression remained uncracked.
He looked up at her. "Dear, it's not the time to be romantic here~ This is not my private office to be lovey-dovey."
Yang Bingqing felt as if she would collapse even if she was seated on the couch.
My son...and flirting?
She straightened up and stared at Jia.
Her face is covered with a mask, but she seems like the same woman I met that day! Yes, it's her!
She wiped her eyes.
I cannot believe this. My Mingshen is in a relationship like a normal person.
Jia's icy gaze was nothing less than a ghost staring at someone in a haunted house. But Mingshen only smiled, thoroughly enjoying all her facial expressions.
