Young Master Rong Glanced at Christine and turned to look at Jiang Peihua. He said in a low voice, “Mom, I’ll explain it to you later.”
Then, he looked at Christine and raised his eyebrows. He was the first to stand up. “Talk to me.”
Christine picked up a handkerchief to wipe the juice off her hands and lay lazily on the sofa. “We have nothing to talk about.”
He refused to talk to her.
Young Master Rong’s handsome face darkened. He suppressed his voice and said, “If we don’t talk about it, how do you know there’s nothing to talk about? Or are you afraid?”
“Afraid of Who? You?”Kristen smiled. “I’m sorry, you’re not strong enough to scare me.”
Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger, Jiang Peihua quickly tried to smooth things over and pulled young master Rong to sit down, “Alright, what are you all arguing about? Everyone, shut up. If you have the energy to argue, why don’t you save some energy and eat more later?”
