Chen Ke looked at the rogue's smug expression and her head throbbed.
"What exactly do you want?"
Yang Fei lit another cigarette.
"I don't want anything special, just don't make trouble for me, and everyone's OK."
As he said this, he winked at Chen Ke.
"Otherwise, our relationship will become public knowledge."
"Tsk tsk, actually having me as a boyfriend, a handsome and suave guy, you're really hitting the jackpot."
"Get out of here!"
Seeing his self-absorbed look, Chen Ke completely lost it.
She roared and threw a stack of documents from the table at his face.
Yang Fei, quick as ever, caught each document with his hand.
The papers, which were scattered in the air, suddenly behaved the moment they passed through his quick hands.
The chaotic documents landed in his palm, neatly stacked.
Yang Fei, ever the gentleman, placed the documents back on the table, his face full of smiles.
"Don't be so impulsive, woman, it's easy to get wrinkles."
