Young Master Sheng's face turned sour, his eyes coldly staring ahead: "Tang Yanqi, my hand hurts, I can't lift it, aren't you going to feed me?"
Tang Yanqi: "..."
Get lost! She was already tired of hearing this sentence in the morning.
Ignoring someone's blatant attempt to act shamelessly, Tang Yanqi calmly said, "I've already spoken with my roommates, sorry."
"You..."
Sheng Jianan slapped the steering wheel with a "snap," his eyes suddenly turning, his lips curling up slightly: "There's a way to have the best of both worlds."
"What?"
"Cook at my place, it's spacious and well-equipped."
Tang Yanqi was speechless again, but before she could refuse, Sheng Jianan's light voice came through again: "Think about it, either I come in and take you away, or you come to my place to cook, your choice!"
Tang Yanqi: "..."
Even with the best temper, Miss Tang couldn't help but get agitated, her voice lowering: "Sheng Jianan, are you out of your mind?"
