Ruan Mengmeng was slightly taken aback when li Junxi pounced into her arms.
Before she could react, li Junxi, who had taken the initiative to hug her, was lifted up by the back of his collar by the man's slender fingers.
"Xiaoxi, I'm still here." The man's cold voice came from above li Junxi's head. He looked down at li Junxi, his dangerous black eyes narrowed slightly.
What he meant was that he, li junyu, was still here. He was not dead yet, so he could forget about taking his woman away in front of him.
If he had not been considerate of li Junxi's suffering some time ago, li junyu would definitely have packed up his fourth brother and sent him to Country M to keep his second brother company.
Ruan Mengmeng's heart still felt like it was separated by a transparent film, and she could not immediately feel her feelings for li Junxi completely.
