Bo Zhicheng pursed his lips slightly, a hint of displeasure between his brows.
He also realized that his actions were being watched by the crowd and his brows twitched impatiently. I'm sorry to have offended you, miss qingyue.
"It's fine." Shi qinglan's Red lips curved slightly.
She took off her suit jacket and returned it to the man. She nodded politely, then turned around and left with Nan jiyue, as if she was not familiar with him at all ...
"There's something fishy." Shi qingan rubbed her chin gently.
He narrowed his eyes and sized up the two of them, especially when he looked at Bo Li city. His eyes were full of scrutiny, and he could always vaguely smell something unusual.
Shi qingan tutted and sneered, " master Bo, I feel that my sister's head seems to be a little green.
