The man's expression darkened, and he raised his eyes to meet Yao Qing's gaze.
"Trying to lift the roof tiles?"
Yao Qing didn't speak, her face cold as she withdrew her gaze.
Yu Yanshen put the throw pillow back in its original place, then walked over to Yao Qing.
He looked unhappy, and Yao Qing didn't bother with him either.
Was he still angry? Her lips were numb now; it was just the loss of two pillows, after all.
Yu Yanshen gazed at her profile for a while, silently bending down, half-kneeling beneath her eyes.
"Really angry?"
Yao Qing didn't speak.
Yu Yanshen's lips curled slightly, "If you puff up like a bun, you won't look pretty."
Yao Qing turned her face away.
A shallow smile brimmed in the man's eyes. As he stood up, just when Yao Qing thought he was going to give up and retreat, he leaned in and whispered a sentence in her ear.
——"If you keep being angry, I'll just give away the Yao Family's company."
Yao Qing glanced at him involuntarily.
