Yang was speechless.
He turned off the main light in the president's office and gently picked up the coffee cup. He walked to the window again and sat diagonally on the cool windowsill. Yang watched Yuexing gradually go away. The moonlight coated Yang's half body with a layer of milky white light, and the coffee cup in his hand also showed a translucent mutton-fat color. The evening breeze brought the fragrance of grass...
Yang took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and tilted his ears, as if listening to something...
With a chuckle, Yang whispered to himself.
"To have such a nice girl like him, Cruz is such a lucky man!"
After that, Yang raised his voice.
"Is that so! Xiaotong!!"
With a puff!!! ...
Zitong, who was wearing cute cartoon pajamas and a pink silk nightcap, had b
