Right when Yu Ziyuan sat on the front seat next to Chu Feng, she felt something unusual with her skirt.
'...why my butt suddenly feels a bit wet…'
[Foxy, is there anything wrong with my skirt today?] Yu Ziyuan kept her calm as the car departed.
[...no, xixixi?] Foxy tilted her head.
'Actually, I see that girl doing something, but I won't tell you. If you don't even realize that, you deserve to be schemed by her.'
Foxy covered her mouth with her fluffy tail.
Yu Ziyuan frowned, but then she simply ignored it.
Fifteen minutes later, the group arrived at Zhao Yang's family house.
It was a huge mansion protected by a metal gate, blocking people's sight of the house itself. The car only stopped in front of the entrance.
"Yun Yun, you can go now." Zhao Yang closed the hologram and looked at the boy next to him. "I won't go with you. Secretary Yu will send you off, okay?"
