This pervert actually dared to lay hands on her, a "cleaning lady."
Lan Ruowei was utterly embarrassed and furious. She instinctively grabbed the air freshener next to her and furiously pressed the spray nozzle right in front of Shen Yibei.
"Sssssss!"
A mist of spray filled the air in front of Shen Yibei, the overwhelmingly pungent scent making it impossible for him to open his eyes.
That damn little woman. Just wait—he'd make her regret this.
Shen Yibei glanced at Lan Ruowei, then at Shen Yibei again, before finally turning to the equally baffled Xiao Qian, his face awash with confusion.
"Yi Bei, why are you getting so worked up over a cleaning lady? Could it be you've been feeling lonely, bored, and cold lately?"
Shen Yibei's tone was intentionally provocative, brimming with teasing.
"Yi Bei, I think it's about time you found yourself a woman to cool down. Otherwise, you'll keep tormenting us!"
Xiao Qian wasn't one to hold his tongue either.
