When Rong Yan's gaze inadvertently landed on the person standing behind the middle-aged man, her entire body trembled as if she had been struck by lightning.
That person, the man she hated day and night and wished she could tear him into pieces, she finally saw him today.
chu-wen-luo!
these three words were like a curse, causing rong yan's eyes to turn red from the impact of hatred. her two hands clenched the bag in her hands until it was deformed.
The surging hatred almost washed away all her rationality.
liancheng yazhi's expression was indifferent, and there was an almost non-existent smile on the corner of his lips. his alienation and indifference were self-evident. he got out of the car directly. " president mu, you're too kind. "
After she finished speaking, she walked around and went to the other side of the car to help Rong Yan down.
