Agni Group: Good Morning Black Boss

He successfully moved into Shangguan Zhixing's room and monitored him nearby.

Although Fang Yiren was dozing off, he didn't sleep all night and was always on guard.

Sure enough, after five o'clock in the morning, she caught Sikong Lingge who was sneaking up to Shangguan Zhixing!

Sikong Lingge is so courageous!

The child is still in their hands, and they have warned them solemnly, so they dare to stand up and take risks!

Fang Yiren gritted his teeth resentfully, forgetting to hide his emotions for a moment, his eyes burst out with a sinister light.

Shangguan Zhixing saw her expression, calmly, picked up a piece of handmade soap and looked at it.

Watching her movements, Sikong Lingge was terrified, with cold sweat constantly breaking down his back.

Sikong Lingge doesn't understand what Shangguan Zhixing is thinking!

To be so blatant in front of Fang Yiren!

Isn't she afraid...of being spotted by Fang Yiren?

Sikong Lingge was holding the cup, he looked calm on the surface, but he was already panicking in his heart.

My mind went blank, I couldn't think at all.

"Zile is right, there are really words engraved inside." Shangguan Zhixing smiled lightly, and read the sentence in front of Fang Yiren, "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water... I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place... a very good sentence."

These poems are engraved in the handmade soap?

How can it be? !

Will Sikong Lingge waste such a good opportunity to inform Shangguan Zhixing?

Fang Yiren came to his senses, completely disbelieving——

Shangguan Zhixing must be lying!

What Sikong Lingge engraved must not be these two poems.

Shangguan Zhixing thought that since he was so good at lying, he could just find a few lines of poetry and get away with it?

Fang Yiren sneered coldly in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked innocent, "Sister Zhixing, what is it?" People are here, in a dimly lit place'?"

"It's a poem, a sentence from the Book of Songs, and a sentence from Xin Qiji's Sapphire Case. They are all beautiful sentences." Shangguan Zhixing explained.

"It's beautiful? Does it mean it looks beautiful? Then I want to see it too!" Fang Yiren exclaimed excitedly.

Shangguan Zhixing glanced at Fang Yiren lightly, and handed over the handmade soap, his black eyes were so clear that it was hard to see what he was thinking.

Fang Yiren eagerly took it and checked it carefully.

The handmade soap that was separated with great difficulty returned to Fang Yiren's hands, and it was given by Shangguan Zhixing himself...

Sikong Lingge's face turned pale in an instant, his limbs were cold and there was no warmth at all, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.

"……Know……"

Sikong Lingge opened his lips, wanting to say something.

Shangguan Zhixing shook his head slowly, and signaled her to be calm with his eyes.

Sikong Lingge obeyed Shangguan Zhixing's words, closed his mouth and waited patiently.

In her heart, it seemed as if tens of thousands of hands were scratching, making her whole body tense and unable to relax for a moment.

The cup is slippery, all soaked in sweat, and it will slide down if you don't pay attention.

Sikong Lingge held it tightly, not daring to put it on the table, lest Fang Yiren see the sweat on the cup and become suspicious.

There was silence.

The weird atmosphere quickly began to spread...

Fang Yiren was still studying the lettering in the handmade soap seriously, and didn't notice at all that Shangguan Zhixing had already seen all of her every move.