At this moment, Yi Juncheng looked like an emotionless robot as he took advantage of his long arms and legs. He knew that Yangyang was just showing off. She didn’t actually want Li Mingde to read the book’s contents—not even a word of it.
Li Mingde’s face suddenly turned from red to green. He stammered. The dilemma of wanting to read the book but not being able to bear losing his reputation was really torturous.
“How did you get this book?”
Sheng Yang’s posture was lazy. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m just testing the waters to prove to you that I don’t lie.”
