Although song Qiaoqiao was usually unruly and had a carefree personality, she couldn't win a fight with such a scoundrel.
Therefore, he could not find any suitable words to refute.
She had no choice but to turn to Lan Xiao for help.
Lan Xiao pursed his lips and smiled. He patted her shoulder and pulled her behind him.
She took a few steps forward and confronted the man.
Lan Xiao's beautiful eyes were smiling, but it did not reach his eyes.
A cold light shot out from his eyes, like a knife, and shot fiercely at the man.
The man's eyes flickered. He did not expect this little girl's aura to be so much stronger than the little girl just now.
He couldn't help but take a step back.
this uncle, Yingluo. Lan Xiao curled his lips and smiled sweetly.
The man's face changed in anger when he heard this. "You little girl, who are you calling uncle? I, Yingluo, am only 35 years old this year."
