"Middle Ages."
Yan Sheng was painting on plain porcelain when he spotted Tang Yanqing, hands tucked in her pockets, leisurely walk in. She was holding a strand of Yu Huan's fur—straight from her head.
All Yan Sheng could do was put down the brush, knowing silence was no longer an option: "Aren't you supposed to be at work today?"
Tang Yanqing laughed, "On vacation. Just got back from Singapore, I'm exhausted."
Yan Sheng sighed, "Look at you with those shifty eyes, you're definitely not here for vacation. Come on, what's up?"
Tang Yanqing grinned, giving Zan Hua a sidelong glance, then reached out to touch Xiao Kai's face, much prettier than a girl's: "These two kids are getting more and more beautiful." Then she leaned in to whisper to Zan Hua, "When do you get off work? Seventh Brother will take you to a movie?"
Zan Hua gave her a sidelong glance, "Judy's body is not yet cold, and Seventh Young Master is already lonely again?"
