“Those papers are not for your review, young master Lan,” he snaps. “So you don’t need to tell me if an article has been wikipediad or not.”

What is this kid playing at? Jiang Cheng scrubs a hand over his face. He needs sleep. He needs. Well he needs an outlet. With young master Lan rolling some kind of candy alohn the inside of his cheek, his brain supplemented images happily do what else could distend those smooth, pale, cheeks.