They turned and saw Huojin, palms on his face but peeking through the slit between his fingers.
"Jia, this is a public place. This is your workplace! Have some decency, girl. Go, get a room. Not here though."
Her brow twitched.
"Where's the nearest room we could find?" Mingshen took the question seriously.
"Mingshen!" Jia gasped, flabbergasted - and so did Huojin.
"Woooow, Yang Mingshen is not taking any chances huh~ I guess you have already shed the mask," for some reason, Huojin took it as his personal victory. "So, so! When will I get good news? Oohhh, and let me name your kid, pretty please?"
They chased around the office like a cat and mouse next, with Jia's claws ready to tear into his throat.
"What? I am on your side, you know! Why are you chasing after me?"
"It's called stress-busting. Let me make you my punching bag," her teeth gritted.
"Time please!" His palm blocked her way. "Actually, I came here to talk about important stuff."
