"Condition" 

"What?" Zhao Yang was stupefied. He looked down at his nephew with a face full of astonishment. 

"You want rumours to spread? What rumours?" 

"That– rumours about you and Miss witch? You two look good in my mind." Zhao Yun grinned sheepishly as he hugged Zhao Yang without warning. 

'If I do this, my uncle won't be angry.' 

Zhao Yang's body froze on the spot. His hand on Zhao Yun's head paused. He slowly averted his eyes away from his nephew, not knowing what to do. 

"What nonsense. There will be no rumours about me and that girl. It's all for her sake too." Zhao Yang looked at the blurry glass surrounding the mid-air room. 

Since the bed was close to the glass wall near the sofa area, he could easily watch everyone down there. 

From this artificial second-floor mini room, he could see Lai Jiayi in the living room. She just went out of the office and was now heading to the master bedroom.