Yueya figured there had to be *something* going on between those two.
But on second thought, it made sense.
One was a bewitching siren, alluring and seductive, while the other was noble, wealthy, and powerful... a match made in heaven.
'But the current problem is,' Yueya thought, 'my porcelain doll of a boss clearly didn't get President Yun's hint. Who knows where her train of thought has gone off to, still thinking about sending it back someday?'
'It's simply baffling.'
*
*
The little succulent had already transformed into a giant plant.
Considering the limited space in her apartment, Shen Lang had only made minor modifications, making the succulent grow dozens of times larger and sprout many glossy, plump leaves.
She frowned slightly.
'Great,' she thought. 'Another piece of junk.'
Shen Lang sighed softly, perpetually unsatisfied with her results.
