Xiao Tingting quickly turned off the TV.
Her pretty face turned even redder, like a ripe, large apple.
She buried her head so low it almost seemed to sink into her chest.
Ye Fei shook his head, reached for Xiao Tingting's clothes from the coat rack, and tossed them to her.
"Put them on, I have something to tell you."
"Oh."
Ye Fei turned and walked into the restroom, while Xiao Tingting hurriedly dressed.
When they saw each other again, the atmosphere had somewhat returned to normal.
They sat opposite each other and started talking about work.
Outside the door.
The rich second generation heirs were growing more and more impatient.
The self-deceptive ideas of poor relatives, upon calm reflection, seemed even more absurd.
Not until they heard embarrassing sounds coming from the room did they all freeze in place, utterly shocked.
"This! This! That bitch, she really has no respect for us! She passes up cake to go eat shit instead?! Listen to her moans, how wanton she is!"
