Ruan Mengmeng wrinkled her nose and glanced at li junyu. She pouted, bit her lip, and lowered her head.
In the next second, tears fell from her eyes. The crystal clear tears were in a mess.
The little woman who was always very strong in front of outsiders became extremely gentle in front of li junyu.
Ruan Mengmeng felt extremely wronged.
She had been tormented by Zhan Yang's story to the point where she did not know what to do. Whether to believe it or not, family or enemies, she had no idea what to do next.
The only thing he could do was to do nothing.
Ruan Mengmeng wanted to find someone to discuss it with, to confide in someone about the pain in her heart, but other than li junyu, she had no one else to confide in.
Her grandfather and mother naturally didn't dare to, and her family and friends weren't people who could talk about this kind of topic.
Other than li junyu, mu Jingxing was probably the only person she could confide in.
