And the reality unfolded almost as he had predicted.
Yao Qing's gaze was icy as it hooked onto him, a faint, ambiguous smile tinged with mockery spreading across her face because of his thoughtless question.
"President Yu, do you think—a woman's period can come once a month, lasting an entire month?"
Yu Yanshen's eyes lifted at the corners as he gazed at her, the emotions in his eyes blurred into murkiness. His tongue flicked across the tips of his teeth, and he suddenly chuckled.
Yao Qing looked at him with a cold eye before abruptly blurting out another sentence.
"There actually are cases like that, but they all fall under the category of menstrual disorders. So, are you insulting me, or are you cursing me…?"
The expression on Yu Yanshen's face completely vanished, not a trace left.
He really didn't know what to say anymore, suddenly feeling like anything he said would be wrong.
