Wang Hao seemed very eager to have me leave this floor, and it also appeared as if he was trying to play matchmaker with me and Wang Yuyan.
Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't be sure which one it was.
But compared to chatting about martial arts with a rough man on the third floor, it was better to find Wang Yuyan.
Outside the third floor elevator.
Wang Yuyan was waiting for the elevator when Zhang Xiaomeng appeared behind her without making a sound and gently tapped her shoulder.
"Zhang Xiaomeng, you beast, don't you make any noise when you walk?" Wang Yuyan glared at Zhang Xiaomeng, pouting her cherry lips as if she were somewhat angry.
A teasing smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Xiaomeng's mouth, and his big hand flicked out two fingers to gently stroke Wang Yuyan's chin.
"If you call me a beast again, I might just become one,"
Wang Yuyan, greatly embarrassed, quickly knocked Zhang Xiaomeng's hand away.
