Zhao Yang, this young man behind Yang Yang, was still up even when it's already midnight. One could see at another tab– there were a lot of documents and things to do.
He was apparently...still working.
Zhao Yang tilted his head. He didn't immediately reply, and just made the cat icon move around, looking anxious.
'What should I say? This is a good chance to gauge her inner heart.'
Zhao Yang stared at the short conversation log between Yang Yang and Lai Jiayi. He was silent for a few seconds before he typed a reply to Lai Jiayi's message.
|This great me is good against a nightmare. Human. Tell me, what is your nightmare? Tell me in detail!|
The cat then harrumphed, looking like an arrogant bastard. Once Zhao Yang did all of this, he felt like puking.
'That's so lame. But, I have to keep the cat's personality.'
Yep, the young man had an acting talent for sure.
