The young girl raised her eyes and looked at him. On her small face that was as white and beautiful as the moon, her watery almond-shaped eyes were looking at him with anticipation.
The man's heart softened when he saw her gaze.
"Yes, whatever you say is right." The man lowered his eyes, and there was a doting look in his dark eyes that even he himself did not notice.
From the moment he heard the word 'dear', he had already turned into a' sister-doting maniac 'with no principles.
Hearing a satisfactory answer, ruan Mengmeng's lips curved up and she gave him a sweet smile.
He turned around and looked at ruan Jiaojiao, who was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.
