Song Jiaqi remained motionless, unsure if the person who was supposed to come was a man or a woman. From Andy's name, it should be a man. But who knows if it turned out to be a woman?
From the bathroom, she could hear Ye Yang opening the door, followed by a male voice, "My beloved Third Young Master Ye! Do you have any idea how many reporters are downstairs? You're playing with fire!"
"I've already pulled the trigger, what's left to do?" Ye Yang shrugged indifferently, snatching the various bags from his hand and knocking on the bathroom door.
Song Jiaqi opened a small crack in the door, received the bags with a pleasing smile, and quickly closed the door.
Andy, standing behind Ye Yang, curiously tried to peek inside. But he was blocked by Ye Yang's body and quickly dissuaded, "Haven't you seen a woman before?"
"I haven't seen your woman! Which circle is she from? Who the hell is she anyway? Do I know her?"
