"Kyaaa!" Yanyan literally jumped on Shen Yuan's lap when someone suddenly burst into the private lounge. On the other hand, the daddy instinctively hugged his son for fear that Yanyan would roll on the carpeted floor.
"Who's that doggemon?" Shen Yuan asked himself. His perfect sword eyebrows raised a little as he looked at this stranger who shouted his name, and one thing that he could say was that his impression of someone who shouted his name with desperation did not apply to the one he was seeing now.
It's a woman who's probably in her mid-thirties. Wearing thick black square-framed glasses, this stranger looked like a terror professor everyone fears in college. His pouting duck lips looked unapologetic as she approached Shen Yuan, looking pensive.
"By chance, does this woman know the original Shen Yuan?" The celestial fox spirit thought. He isn't sure what the secondary gender of this lady is.
