Li Chengyun kept his lips closed, still with a blank face, but his heart was full of joy and he praised himself for his intelligence.
His deep magnetic voice gently said, "Alright, it's getting late now. Go rest."
"As you wish, Mr. Li." Yu Jingrong didn't expect that Li Chengyun actually wouldn't be angry anymore.
Her mood suddenly improved tremendously. She stood up abruptly and even gave Li Chengyun a cheeky military salute, causing him to finally fail to restrain himself and chuckle.
Yu Jingrong then leaned over, took his arm, pulled him up, and flirtatiously asked, "Together? What do you think?"
With his tall and erect figure standing straight, Li Chengyun looked down at her, his thin lips curled into an enchanting arc, and he lifted her sideways and headed upstairs.
As they were going up the stairs, Yu Jingrong's phone rang. She carried her bag on her body and managed to free a hand to take out the phone.
