Even the composed top executives and government officials couldn't help but burst into laughter upon hearing the name "Yang Chen."
Surprisingly, Zhou Dongcheng didn't get angry. Instead, he pursed his lips and said with a teasing smile, "Mr. Yang has quite a sense of humor. I like humorous men."
His voice was soft and tender, with a hint of shy delight.
Yang Chen couldn't help but shiver all over. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a puff to calm himself down. "I don't like being liked by men," he said.
"Not liking to be liked doesn't mean I can't like you," Zhou Dongcheng replied with a bit of a tongue twister.
Yang Chen took another drag from his cigarette and nonchalantly scratched his hair, not caring if the cigarette butt scorched his hair. He found Zhou Dongcheng to be much more troublesome than he had imagined. He wouldn't be afraid if he were dealing with a fierce and powerful figure, but this guy was like a cotton ball, lacking any strength.
