"Are you crazy?" Li beixiao grabbed Feng Yan's shirt collar and lifted him up from the dining chair.
Feng Yan smiled evilly and did not resist at all. He looked at li Beichen with a provocative expression.
Ye qingge's throat tightened and her heart beat faster at the tension. A woman with the surname Huo?
It should be related to Huo zhongrao, right? Otherwise, his face would not be so ugly at this time ...
let him go. He's right. If
Huo zhongrao's voice was filled with pain and depression, as if he couldn't find an outlet to vent it out.
For some reason, ye qingge felt her heart throb when she saw Huo zhongrao's pained expression. It was a feeling that she could sense.
Li beixiao threw Feng Yan away, causing him to fall back into the chair, looking a little embarrassed.
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