Huo Zhenyang halted his steps back to the bedroom, his handsome face slightly collapsing, "You are here to repay a debt, not to sing karaoke."
This place was not her leisure and entertainment venue.
Jiayi was startled, "Whoops—" She slipped and nearly fell, thankful for grabbing onto the window to steady herself.
Turning around, she saw the man who had just finished showering, staring at her with cold eyes and furrowed brows.
This man—
Why did he always have to speak up so suddenly from behind! Didn't he know that could scare someone to death?
She held her breath, her face white as if she'd just been frightened back to life, and mumbled with pursed lips, "…Singing while working can improve work efficiency, Mr. Huo you want me to finish quickly too, right? If it's any trouble, I'll just stop singing when you come out, okay?"
