Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows.
He leaned back on the couch, with buttons of his shirt undone, revealing half of his collarbone, languidly sprawled out with a frivolous smile, "Yaoyao, you see, it really is our little piggy, with a temper just like yours."
Ying Zijin: "..."
Emotionless, she lifted her head, and a murderous look surfaced in her phoenix eyes.
She discovered that some people naturally have a talent for infuriating others.
Nie Chao laughed, "Damn impressive, Seventh Young Master, you can even produce other species; that's really something."
Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, as his gaze swept over casually.
"I'll shut up, I'll shut up," Nie Chao immediately scuttled into the kitchen with his cherries. "I won't be a third wheel."
The two old masters also headed to the dining room, leaving the living room to the young folks.
Only then did Ying Zijin throw the cushion in her hand at Fu Yunshen.