"War desert?"
Duan xiuhui turned to look at her son. She narrowed her eyes when she saw his cold expression.
"What, you're still speaking up for her at a time like this? Did you forget what I told you? it was this little b * stard's mother who climbed into your father's bed. If it wasn't for them, your father and I wouldn't be so close,"
"Enough, mom. Don't say anymore. That's a matter of your generation, it has nothing to do with Mengmeng." Zhan mo ignored Duan xiuhui and walked quickly to ruan Mengmeng's side.
"Let's go, I'll bring you in. Change into a dress first, then I'll introduce you to everyone." Zhan mo reached out to grab ruan Mengmeng's hand.
However, before his fingers could touch ruan Mengmeng, she raised her hand to avoid them.
