Ling Yan turned and glanced at Mei, his voice devoid of emotion.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Mei, who had just bared her teeth and spread her wings majestically, immediately shrank back to her plump and adorable form at Ling Yan's harsh tone.
"Boss, boss, just that sentence just now! When I was reading novels in this system, I thought it was hot! I've been wanting to say that for a long time. Was I being so cool and handsome just now?"
Ling Yan turned to look at Jia Ding, who was frightened by Mei and foaming at the mouth. He sighed helplessly and retorted, "You're nosy."
Mei flapped her wings, and the fur on her back, which had been pricked up with nervousness, slowly smoothed down at Ling Yan's words.
Even though it was humiliating to be exposed by Ling Yan, she didn't care.
She had her reasons for doing so.
