Shen Zhining is a bastard! A bastard! A bastard!!!

Sheng Jiaoyang wrapped the overcoat around herself and murmured all the way home. Under Grandfather Yang’s peculiar gaze, she went upstairs and returned to her room.

She threw the overcoat to the carpet and plopped down on the bed. She couldn't help but recall the shameful scenes from earlier.

The temperature of his palm was still lingering on her skin.

Sheng Jiaoyang covered her face at this thought. She had to admit that Shen Zhining had successfully managed to squeeze Lin Yan out of her mind with his shameless actions. Earlier, if she hadn't adapted to the circumstances and lowered her stance in front of him, Shen Zhining probably wouldn’t have let her go so easily. When he wants to act like a bastard, he turns into a madman!

For some reason, she felt as if she’d dug a hole for herself.

She shivered and hastily stopped her train of thought.

The next day, Sheng Jiaoyang went out before sunrise.

When Xu Ping entered the office, she was surprised to see that her seat was occupied.

"Jiaojiao, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Sheng Jiaoyang lay on the table and lazily...