Zhan Yang carried ruan Mengmeng into a gorgeous and luxurious bedroom.
He carried ruan Mengmeng with both hands and carefully placed her on the big, soft bed.
Ruan Mengmeng's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the gorgeous and extravagant decorations around her. This was exactly the same style as the Duan family's Manor. It was just as extravagant and luxurious.
As she surveyed her surroundings, ruan Mengmeng's almond-shaped eyes grew colder and colder. She was willing to let Zhan Yang hug her just now because she wanted to make Duan xiuhui uncomfortable.
However, this did not mean that she had already accepted Zhan Yang.
"Mengmeng, it seems like Yingluo doesn't like this place." Zhan mo stood by the bed and looked down at her.
He had said a statement, not a question. It was clear that he had seen through her thoughts from her eyes.
