"You do it first. I'll make a phone call. The remote control is here. Whatever you look at, put it on. Treat it as your own home. Make yourself at home!" Mrs. Yang said enthusiastically.

"Alright!" Jiang Yu took the remote control and nodded.

The moment Mrs. Yang turned around and left, his legs overlapped. He casually placed one hand on the sofa and rubbed his chin with the other. His entire body emitted an aura of laziness. A smile flashed in his eyes. Was he ...