Under the heavy rain of sycamore trees, li junyu was leaning against the car with the young female cat in his arms.
When he heard ruan Mengmeng's reply, li junyu held back his urge to laugh and asked in a slightly dejected tone, " "So, you're willing to believe me?"
"I believe, I believe, of course I believe." The young girl replied hurriedly.
"But even my family is not willing to believe me," li junyu said in a deep voice.
The tyrant's tone was a little lonely.
Ruan Mengmeng's heart trembled when she heard that, and her nose started to sting.
"It's fine. I believe that Yingluo is obviously here to blackmail you. How could you do such a thing? Ling bei has already told us that even though li junyu likes to bully me, I know that you're not that kind of person,"
The young girl's arms wrapped around her tyrant's neck even tighter.
Her heart ached.
His heart ached for his tyrant, who had become the scapegoat for li Junting, the peacock.
