Feng Zheyu's expression was much more serious than usual. In the contest between men, how could he lose?
Moreover, he was even less willing to lose to Long Xiliang!
Lu Xiaoyou stood behind Feng Zheyu, feeling the temperature in the bedroom plummeting, an eerie wind creeping up from her heels.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth, just about to say something, when she saw Feng Zheyu turning around and walking towards her.
"There's no one in the room, it must be my imagination, maybe there are bugs in the wardrobe. Wait a bit, I'll have someone come over and spray some insecticide in the wardrobe."
The bug about to be sprayed with insecticide · Long Xiliang: "..."
Lu Xiaoyou said to him, "I'll handle the insecticide spraying, no need to trouble anyone else."
Feng Zheyu turned his head, his obsidian eyes clean and pure, his clear gaze landing on Lu Xiaoyou's face.
In his eyes, there was no blame, no confusion, no anger or displeasure.
