Tang Feng gently arose, not expecting that Gao Jingyao would awaken so easily as he did.
"I already know about Zhang Lan's matter, thank you," Gao Jingyao said.
"When did you come back?"
"A little after nine. If you were tired, why didn't you go to the room to sleep?" Gao Jingyao asked.
"You should have told me which one was your room. I thought there was only an office here," Tang Feng said with a smile.
"Alright, my fault. So, are you going to sleep or not?"
"With a great beauty by my side, I'm not that foolish," Tang Feng said.
"Then, what do you want to do?" At this moment, Gao Jingyao's gaze could definitely outmatch a demoness's.
Having tasted sweetness, she gained an added touch of charm.
At this time, no words were needed, the exchange of glances between them said it all.
He picked up Gao Jingyao and walked into the room.
What followed in life's grand event was something every man understood—it was a question of who would win the fight.
