Shen You'an finished eating, picked up her tray, and left.
She left the two of them with a high-and-mighty silhouette.
"Leng Yunyang, you'd better watch yourself." Gao Yuyue extended two fingers, pretending to gouge his eyes out, looking fierce and threatening.
"Not even eating shuts you up." Leng Yunyang put down his chopsticks, his face cold, making Gao Yuyue's heart skip a beat.
"You... Are you going to hit me?"
"I don't hit women." Leng Yunyang pulled out a handkerchief and wiped each finger meticulously.
An epitome of elegance and noble manners.
Gao Yuyue let out a cold snort. A grown man using a handkerchief—how effeminate.
"Have you heard? Young Master Leng is chasing Shen You'an."
Dai Niantong let out a cold laugh, "You guys actually believe that?"
