if that kind of person could be called a master, then China's Van Gogh Monet would have been like a school of silver carps crossing the river. Lu guinong would not have the chance to jump around like a clown.
Rong Yan raised her hand and gently brushed the hair behind her ear. The flirtatious way she raised her hand had a soul-stirring quality that no woman had. She blinked at Liancheng Yazhi. Mr. Liancheng, did you not hear clearly? or is there something wrong with your brain? how could you explain my words in such a way? "
rong yan dared to say that liancheng yazhi had something wrong with her ears and brain so she had already gone all out.
Her face could endure any kind of suffering and suppress any kind of pain. The only thing she was unwilling to do was to suffer losses. If anyone thought that she was easy to bully, they would be making a big mistake.
Liancheng Yazhi angrily said in a low voice,"Rong Yan, shut up, Yingluo."
