In the ink Garden, Shen chengjing and Mo Yancheng left for the backyard. Indeed, the roses had been transplanted back. After some clever handling, the roses were still as good as before.
"Uncle, what did you and Sheng say?" She asked in a low voice. After all, the conversation between mo Yancheng and Wang Jinhao was very important.
If this man were to force someone to marry him, wouldn't that be self-defeating?
"He said he would handle it himself. We're all adults and they have a better way to deal with it. Don't worry about it. "
"Yes, chief." She cheekily saluted him to show that she had heard him!
Mo Yanchen chuckled softly. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace. The two of them were whispering something to each other. She covered her mouth and laughed. She looked at this man who was usually serious. Actually ...
