Kang Chen nearly burst into roaring laughter. This was genuinely the most hilarious joke of the century.
Staring at Ming Mei's sincerely serious face, he snarled, "Good conscience? Your good conscience was eaten by a dog hundreds of times over, yet you have the audacity to mention it."
Kang Chen suddenly felt that dealing with the troublemaker Ming Mei was a daunting task, and he had a long way to go.
She was too skilled at causing mischief; a normal person would not be able to handle her.
It seemed that in the future, he would need to put in more effort.
Ming Mei puffed out her chest, blinked her eyes, and said, "I swear, I absolutely don't. My conscience is still here in my chest. If you don't believe me, you can feel it…"
Kang Chen smirked, his black hair swaying before his eyes. He bent down, balancing himself with one hand on Ming Mei's head, his face devilishly charming, "Don't be impatient, I will touch it. And I will ——touch it properly!"
