Yang Ruxin laughed, turned around, and patted Du Juan on the shoulder: "If a man can't even control his own lower half, then he's not worth having."
Du Juan's mouth twitched.
"However, I trust my man," Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly, then suddenly lowered her voice, "Do you want to tease Little Pengpeng a bit? See if he can control himself?"
"You're incorrigible..." Du Juan couldn't help but roll her eyes, and then turned to leave. She can't converse too much with this kind of master, or she'd get infuriated to death.
Yang Ruxin whistled as she headed to the kitchen. Though the weather was getting hotter, what to do if she craves hot pot? She could only prepare it herself.
But before she reached the kitchen door, Du Juan returned, followed by Du Yunpeng.
Yang Ruxin immediately knew Du Yunpeng had something to say, so she let Lun Yi and Hong Yi go to the kitchen to prepare, and she led them into the main hall.
