Compared to Murong cuiting, who was throwing a tantrum and had no image of a noble lady, Murong Mian was like the most noble gentleman. Even though he was saying such disrespectful words, he still gave people a very elegant feeling.
Madam Murong stood at the back and looked at Murong Mian. She had an indescribable feeling in her heart.
However, she felt that perhaps ... He could really help her get rid of these blood-sucking bugs.
Murong cuiting couldn't believe it. Why did her nephew, who used to be polite to her, suddenly change? she saw Ji Mianmian walk in front of her and backed away in fear.
Ji Mianmian had an innocent smile on her face. She cracked her fingers, and her knuckles cracked. Murong cuiting's scalp went numb. She remembered that her son had said that the woman who broke his hands was Murong Mian's mistress. She must be the one in front of her.
