Yang Cheng was amused by Ye Ling'Er's coy demeanor, gently ruffling her messy hair, and said with a smile, "So should I tie you to my side, even take you with me to the restroom?"
"That's not impossible."
Ye Ling'Er couldn't help but laugh.
Just as the two were being affectionate, Fang Ling walked in from the doorway, saw this glaring scene, and pouted her red lips in displeasure, "Brother Cen, are you mad at me?"
Her voice was coquettish, anxiously pulling Yang Cheng's hand.
"Why would I be mad?"
Yang Cheng looked puzzled.
"I heard from my mom, because I argued with Miss Ye and exposed her identity, someone wants to kill her, you must be blaming me."
Fang Ling's small face looked pitiful, appearing somewhat aggrieved.
"I'm not quite angry, but you need to be mindful in your words and actions in the future. If I hadn't arrived in time, Miss Ye would have been in danger."
Yang Cheng's tone was gentle, reluctant to scold Fang Ling, but the reasoning needed to be clear.
