B1G1F — CHAPTER 022

    Son, you fabricated such a melodramatic play, damn, this pervert is guaranteed to

    misunderstand!

    “The company dining hall’s food isn’t good?”

    “I’m used to eating what he makes.”

    “He?” Ye Sanshao’s brow wrinkled, his obscure eyes narrowing and his voice

    “That’s my lunchbox.”

    Calm, I am calm, impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil. . . .