Zhang Yang wore a snow-white long robe and pursed his lips with a deliberate air of profound mystery. Seeing Jiang Ying look over, his flirty, upturned eyes instantly revealed a hint of tender affection as he looked back at her.
Zhang Yang was in a wonderful mood today. Yesterday, because of the dog feces and that business with Xiong Baili, he had felt somewhat awkward, fretting that he wouldn't find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Jiang Ying in the future. He never expected his Master to hand him this opportunity today, leaving him feeling as if he were floating on air.
Yet all these antics, in Jiang Ying's eyes, only made this fellow seem even greasier than yesterday. She sighed inwardly: if a person had no shame, they really could live with such unbridled audacity.
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