“……”
Ruan Mengmeng was dumbfounded. She never thought that li junyu would say something like that to her.
He had always disliked her vulgarity and nonsense. Instead of criticizing her, he praised her, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Ruan Mengmeng bit her lip subconsciously, feeling her heart beating erratically.
"Yingluo, were you praising me just now?" Thinking about li junyu's ice-cold poker face, ruan Mengmeng felt like she was in a dream.
Tyrant li junyu actually knows how to praise people?
Moreover, he was praising her for having the upper hand in an argument.
On the other end of the phone, the man frowned slightly, and a trace of doting that he didn't even notice flashed across his cold eyes.
"Yes, I'm complimenting you," The man's voice was still cold and did not reveal any unnecessary emotions.
