Lin Hanxing chuckled.
When the voice entered han mingmei's ears, it sounded sarcastic.
"In what capacity did miss han say those words to me?"
Lin Hanxing looked at her indifferently.
The warm autumn sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window shone on her.
It made the pair of cold eyes that were usually like deep ancient wells reflect the color of Amber.
It was a beautiful sight.
Even the mole at the corner of her eye was alluring and seductive.
Han mingmei was stunned.
His mind was blank, and he didn't know how to answer her.
"I grew up with ah Xiao, he and I are ..."
Lin Hanxing chuckled and shook his head, as if he had just heard something stupid.
"Are you trying to tell me that you grew up together?"
Han mingmei's expression froze.
"If we're just childhood sweethearts, what right do you have to ask me to leave Thunder valiant?"
