Tianjin nodded at Zhao Yun's plea of help. She floated in front of Zhao Yang's face and spoke, "That's right, master. If not for you, that girl won't be in so much trouble."
'Though that girl is undoubtedly magnet trouble because of the young master's influence.'
"...." Zhao Yang leaned back and looked up. He closed his eyes, recalling Lai Jiayi's pale face this morning.
'She looks sick.'
Zhao Yang also thought of Lai Jiayi's appearance when he picked up Zhao Yun.
'...she indeed looks like a walking dead no matter how hard she tries to look fine.'
Realizing this fact, Zhao Yang opened his eyes and turned his head to the right. He crossed his arms and spoke,
"Then, what is your plan?"
"Let's bring her to a fancy dinner. How is it?" Zhao Yun blinked his eyes, trying to seduce Zhao Yang with his cuteness. His cat ears twitched, and the tail also perked up.
