Shen Chaoxi was truly drunk, and as she was carried into the bathtub, amidst the rising steam, she let out a small hiccup from the alcohol and, realizing her lapse, covered her mouth with both hands and giggled, her brows archingly squeezing into a curved line.
That gesture and posture were strikingly similar to Shang Zhuoming.
Mother and son, both playfully mischievous, were exactly alike.
Shen Chaoxi continued to mutter under her breath.
"What is Shen Daguang! He's so disgusting. Why should he bear the Shen surname? It is simply an insult to the Shen name! Even if he offered me eight hundred yuan, I wouldn't want it!"
Shang Jianghan's shirt front was already soaked, but he wasn't in a rush to change. He unbuttoned three buttons, revealing his well-defined chest.
Shen Chaoxi subconsciously swallowed, twitched her nose, and said, "Can you not seduce me, at least let me finish speaking first before you flirt!"
Shang Jianghan: …