"Miss Mengmeng, please let go." Zhan qingze's cold and emotionless robot-like voice sounded.
At least, when he was with ruan Mengmeng, he still cared about their old relationship and did not attack her directly.
Ruan Mengmeng's open arms had long changed their position and retracted. She held onto khiton's big hand tightly and refused to let go.
She was afraid that she could understand her father's wish, but she could not do it.
This was because the person behind her was not qidun, but her husband, li junyu.
These days, she had been used to her tyrant's company and used to sleeping with him.
She wanted to send li junyu away. Even if he was not sent to Zhan Jia 'er, but just sent away from her, she could not bear it.
"Be good, let go. I'm fine." Li junyu's deep voice came from behind her. He deliberately lowered his voice and said softly.
"But, ran ran," ruan Mengmeng replied.
