Ye Wuge was crying without tears; he wasn't raising a puppy, it was clearly a little wild cat, and it could scratch people.
An Ziqi stood by, laughing gleefully. Actually, Jiayin knew some martial arts; if she really wanted to push Director Ye away, it would be a piece of cake.
But these two were just playing around, one was willing to hit, the other was willing to take it.
Everyone in the world probably has their own nemesis.
Jiayin was Ye Wuge's nemesis; besides her, probably no one else could so easily control the always suave and flirtatious Director Ye.
And her nemesis was Xiao Moli and those two little ones at home.
She couldn't drink, but just now, she had two glasses of wine with Xia Tianxing and was already slightly tipsy. She got up to go out to the rooftop to get some air.
Looking at this brilliantly illuminated city beneath her, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
