"Li junyu, what are you snorting at?" Ruan Mengmeng was not happy and turned to look at li junyu.
He almost jumped in shock when he saw it.
The man who had just closed his eyes to rest and didn't even look at her after getting into the car.
Unknowingly, he had already turned to look over.
At this moment, he was staring at her with his deep, dark, and cold eyes.
He stared at her, his eyes cold and sharp like frost.
Ruan Mengmeng's throat instantly turned hoarse when she saw li junyu like this.
Li junyu, on the other hand, was looking at ruan Mengmeng's fair little face, which was filled with anxiety.
His cold and dark eyes narrowed unhappily.
She was indeed a little kitten-when she talked to Jing Yichen, she spoke in a soft voice and smiled sweetly.
Even when she was talking to the fat man, her voice was soft and cute.
She would blush shyly when she saw her second brother.
