[Ugh, forget about Zhao Yang. Let's talk about him being naggy.] Lai Jiayi sighed. [If he's naggy, it will be easier for us to do this mission, right?]
[What you said is true, quack. If only Zhao Yang is naggy again...lately, he goes back to his cold self, quack!] Yaya knitted his forehead.
'Why, though? There must be a reason why Zhao Yang suddenly becomes cold again. Personally, I prefer the naggy Zhao Yang than the cold one.'
Yaya shook his head.
'The naggy Zhao Yang looks warm and caring. I'm less nervous around him when he's like that.'
Lai Jiayi saw that Yaya went silent. Thus, the girl also shut her mouth. Both of them didn't talk as they were thinking about the mission.
[I don't have any idea...what I think of is triggering Zhao Yang's naggy self again, ] Lai Jiayi spoke in her mind as she peeked at Zhao Yang.
The man was acting as if he never did anything shameless even though he just spurted tea to Lai Jiayi's face.
