No... li junyu's deep and cold voice sounded like an icicle that had been crushed by his teeth.
He did not even look at li Junting, nor did he care about the coffee stains on his sleeves. He glanced coldly at the white-eyed cat sitting opposite him, whose face was red and did not dare to look up at him.
His gaze was sharp and cold.
"Why not, bro? little peach and I like each other, Yingluo!"
"Like each other, my foot!" Li yaoyang finally realized what was going on. He picked up the spoon on the table and threw it at li Junting's head.
"You stinky brat, I knew that nothing good would come out of you being so active. As expected, you've been up to no good the moment you returned!"
"Dad, you're the president of Lisheng, can't you take care of your image?" Li Junting tilted his head and dodged the spoon. He was speechless at his father.
