Right after Lai Jiayi planned things, the door to Zhao Yang's house was opened with a BIP.
The man's footsteps echoed in the corridor as the morning sunlight illuminated his sight.
"Speak of the devil." Lai Jiayi silently peeked at Zhao Yang, who was heading her way. As usual, the man wore short-sleeved futuristic style clothes, matching today's season, summer.
This time, he was dressed in silver from head to toe, looking like a walking aluminum foil. Even the elastic short cardigan he wore was also silver with a white fur decoration on the shoulders.
There's a silver 'symbol' on his chest, looking a bit mysterious.
The young man's face was stern and without expression, but then once he saw Lai Jiayi, his steps became slower.
[Is that Lai Jiayi?] Zhao Yang silently asked Tianjin in his mind.
[Yes, master. That's Lai Jiayi. Not her cloning.] Tianjin rolled her eyes.
'How can my master ask something so obvious?!'
