It was ten o'clock at night.
Shen Qiang was cuddling with Su Xiaonuan when suddenly, the voice of the delicate young girl from the Dragon Group came to his ears.
"Shen Qiang, come to the terrace."
Shen Qiang frowned.
With a press of a finger,
Su Xiaonuan in his arms fell completely asleep.
After covering her with the blanket,
Shen Qiang, who had just slipped on a pair of pants, flashed and already appeared in the terrace garden.
The delicate young girl's face turned red at the sight of Shen Qiang's bare-chested upper body and fluid abs, and she hurriedly said, "Hey, why aren't you wearing a shirt? That's so rude and uncultured."
Shen Qiang frowned, "Every time you come, you don't use the door, coming whenever you want, and now you're talking to me about manners and culture?"
The petite girl was displeased and pouted, "Like a hooligan."
Shen Qiang ignored her.
Bang!
