Mo Yanchen placed his chopsticks aside and offered her a glass of milk.
She took it and took a sip. She leaned in curiously, and the man's deep and hoarse voice whispered in her ear,""Beat him and kill his spirit."
"Isn't this inappropriate? He's the champion of A city, won't this hurt his reputation?" She was here to discuss it with him and did not know if she should go and accompany mo Cheng. This was good, the idea that this man gave her was simply pushing her into a fire pit.
"If you don't hurt his face, why would you wait for him to hit you? Hmm?" He said in a low voice.
When she heard his words, she raised her head abruptly! It was said that women loved to hold grudges, but this man loved to hold grudges even more than her! Red. Naked. He clearly bore grudges.
When he leaned closer, the man's light and cold fragrance entered her nose. She turned her head away a little awkwardly, and the scenes from last night kept flashing in her mind.
