"Well then, I won't disturb the Young Master and Miss Tang any further." Zhou Feng said ambiguously with a smile, and turned to leave.
"..." Mu Yin's little face grew warm, especially when she met the eyes of the gossiping and surprised servants and bodyguards. She felt somewhat uncomfortable, "Put me down, please."
"Feeling shy only now? Don't you think it's a bit too late?" Bo Fengheng snorted coldly.
With long strides, he walked assertively towards the third floor.
Just as they reached the corridor, they ran into someone, "Master..."
It was Shen Yifei, glancing at the woman in his arms, expressionlessly pushing up his black-framed glasses, and greeted formally, "Miss Tang."
He was not surprised.
"Why are you here?" A flicker of confusion crossed Bo Fengheng's eyes as he saw Shen Yifei hesitating, clearly having something to say.