Yang Mengshan's " Zhao Mingcheng " was like a bolt of lightning on a clear day, shaking AI Wenze's heart.
his hands were full of cold sweat, his face was dark, his eyelids were twitching slightly, and the veins on his forehead were protruding.
She thought about herself anxiously and wondered what she had done wrong to make yang Mengshan suspicious.
With ah Zhi's help, yang Mengshan stood up and shouted at AI Wenze, " "Yes, I'm despicable and shameless, but I still lost to you. You're the most despicable and shameless person in the world, Zhao Mingcheng. Do you think I can't recognize you after plastic surgery? I'm telling you, even if you turn into ashes, I'll still be able to recognize you."
Zhao Mingcheng's expression changed as he thought, " How hateful!
However, he tried to keep a calm expression on his face and sneered, " plastic surgery? can't you make it sound more ridiculous? "
