Lin Junyang suddenly stopped in his tracks; he had heard clearly what Jing Xiangyang and Mu Xingfeng were saying earlier.
What's this guy doing asking for leave at this time? And dressed so flamboyantly, thinking of the lamb-like Xiao Xiao over at the East District Villa, Situ Zhao's intentions were obvious.
Right behind Lin Junyang, He Qing made a sudden emergency stop and side shift; if his feet weren't still on the ground, he'd suspect he'd make such a beautiful nude drift.
Ding Liang was still there struggling through four hundred push-ups; he definitely didn't want to add another pre-meal workout on an empty stomach.
In the future when lining up, he definitely did not want to be behind Captain Lin.
Jing Xiangyang, having been granted leave, didn't forget to glance provocatively at Lin Junyang, flicking his flowing long hair, and humming a tune as he walked towards the parking lot.
