Yang Jing and Ye Yu stood on either side, leaning against the door of Little Demon Nan's room.
Seeing Chen Yang walk out from Little Demon Nan's room, Yang Jing immediately asked, "Mr. Chen, is Little Demon okay?"
Chen Yang shook his head and said, "There's no problem for now, but I can't guarantee later. I'll sleep next door to Little Demon tonight. If anything happens to her, I can rush over immediately!"
Yang Jing nodded and said, "That's fine, but it will be tough for you!"
Chen Yang laughed and said, "This is nothing tough. Remember when we were on a mission, crammed in the ventilation shaft for three days and nights without daring to shut our eyes, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to assassinate? That was tough!"
Yang Jing sneered, "We almost suffocated back then. I still remember, haha!"
Chen Yang rarely blushed.
He slapped Yang Jing's head, "You talk too much, blabbering nonsense."
