Qianqian fell onto the carpet and a bright red palm print appeared on her pretty little face. She reached out her small hand to caress her face and sobbed pitifully and aggrievedly, “Big Sister, why did you hit me? I know you’re angry. Alright, if you can vent your anger, you can hit me a few more times. I love brother Ming. As long as I can be with brother Ming, I’m willing to do anything!”
Jun Xi Qing looked coldly at Qianqian on the carpet. This Qianqian was quite good at acting. She even sympathized with her.
At this moment, a series of steady footsteps sounded. Jun Xi Qing looked up and a tall and handsome figure appeared in front of him. Lu Yeming had arrived.
Lu Yeming was wearing a handmade version of a white shirt and black trousers. The exquisite fabric was ironed to the point that there was not a single wrinkle. He strolled over from the wool carpet. His thin and gorgeous aura was filled with a sense of condescension.
