“What is really going on?” Yun Yang wore the façade of a gossipmonger. “I remember now. Yun Zuiyue is Cirrus House’s madame isn’t she?”
“It’s not common knowledge, you see..” Dong Tianleng was triumphant, pleased that he held the upper hand. “There’s a secret within! A peculiarity!”
He glanced askance at Yun Yang. His was mischievous and practically screamed, “If you want to know, you’ll have to beg me for it!” He reveled in tempting people half-spoken stories.
“My, I feel so sleepy.” Yun Yang’s face suddenly fell, and he yawned. “I feel like sleeping, all of a sudden.”
“Excuse me?” Dong Tianleng was dumbfounded.
Big brother, why are you not behaving enthusiastically, as would a normal person?
“Please leave now.” Yun Yang laid back lazily on the chair and closed his eyes. “I remember I still have something to do tomorrow.”