Faced with Feng Jun's question, Yuan Huapeng answered dismissively, "She's considered pretty well-behaved. She only has this little hobby, and it doesn't affect her family... Who would bother managing her?"
Feng Jun was instantly speechless. Why did I feel like the word "well-behaved" was about to be ruined too? "Whose child is she?"
This time, it was Yuan Huapeng's turn to fall silent.
"Heh." Xiao Qian gave a cold laugh, her voice filled with indescribable contempt. "That's why they say officials may set fires, but ordinary people may not light lamps... Could she have some kind of hormonal imbalance?"
That was certainly possible. She happened to know someone like that.
"I don't know," Yuan Huapeng replied casually. "There was nothing unusual when she was young. I think... it's more likely she has mental problems. Anyway, I keep my distance from her."
Feng Jun laughed. "Old Yuan, you're so much older than her, and you're second-generation too. What can she possibly do to you?"
"What can she do to me?" Yuan Huapeng gave a bitter laugh, then shook his head. "I really don't want to know the answer. I heard that person is a pervert."
Feng Jun could not help shivering. "That's some seriously heavy taste... Isn't that a little too disgusting?"
Yuan Huapeng smiled unconcernedly and said calmly, "There are plenty of people with heavy tastes. You'll learn eventually. Dragon City is huge, and all kinds of strange things exist here."
Feng Jun smiled. "I really am from a small place. I just can't accept this big-city lifestyle."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it," Yuan Huapeng said, shaking his head. "Let's go somewhere else and sing for a while."
Next, they went to a KTV, another very private one. They had barely sat down when the lobby manager came