when leng qingqing turned her head, she happened to meet little nan yu's face.
mo nanyu!
she would remember this face until she died.
this little thing was on the same side as leng rongrong. he was leng rongrong, that b * tch's adopted son. how could she have bumped into him here?
when she saw that there was no one behind xiao nan zhi, her cold eyes narrowed.
she had recovered quite a bit after recuperating for a while. she had been bored overseas and did not expect to meet this little thing.
she couldn't go back to china to cause trouble for leng rongrong, but she wouldn't let go of this little thing who came to her door.
little nan yu looked at leng qingqing. because she was someone he didn't care about, he didn't recognize her.
he just raised his young face and looked at leng qingqing as he said in a childish voice, " auntie, i saw this dress first. you can't be so rude. you can take a look at the others, or ask the salesgirl to get the same model."
