"Liu Mang, are you in there?" Without warning, the door opened, and with her voice, Lu Mengyao burst in, but when she saw what Liu Mang was holding in his hand.
Lu Mengyao saw Liu Mang with a face full of excitement, and her gaze suddenly became rather displeased, "It seems like I've come at a bad time, should I step out for a bit, give you some space?"
Liu Mang curiously asked, "Sort out, sort out what?"
Lu Mengyao said impatiently, "Playing dumb with what's obvious!"
Seeing Lu Mengyao's slightly shy demeanor, Liu Mang was speechless, "Could your imagination be a bit too rich?"
Lu Mengyao couldn't help but recall the flirty, bone-meltingly seductive voice of Lin Ziyan over the phone, "That's true, that beautiful missus of yours, looking all innocent and pure, who knows what she's like behind closed doors."
"Jealous?"
