At this moment, as Yang Yifeng spoke those words, a stark pallor washed over Chen Jiya's face.
Indeed, he had been with a beautiful woman this morning, but according to what that person said, her background should have been very clean. How could she possibly have that kind of disease?
"You're talking nonsense!"
In a burst of rage, Chen Jiya yelled at Yang Yifeng, "How could I possibly have an STD? I haven't even held a woman's hand lately! If you keep spouting nonsense, don't blame me for calling security to take you away!"
"Oh!"
Hearing Chen Jiya's roar, a mocking smile suddenly crossed Yang Yifeng's face. "Mr. Chen hasn't even held a woman's hand, you say? Then I'd like to ask Mr. Chen something!"
At that moment, Yang Yifeng sniffed exaggeratedly, and with a playful tone, he said, "The scent of Estée Lauder perfume on Mr. Chen, where might it come from? Please don't tell me it rubbed off from Miss Li; to my knowledge, she never uses that brand of perfume!"
"You..."