"mark, mark ..."
as li chenle lowered his eyes, he saw fourth master mo's hand move slightly away from the wheelchair, revealing the spot he had just pinched.
a few finger marks were left on the hard wheelchair.
young master li felt his blood run cold.
" ... it was really too dangerous. it was all thanks to the young miss. " jiang po sighed.
then, he looked at leng rongrong. " eldest miss, were you really confident back then? or was he not confident and just felt that he should appear? we actually hoped that you would leave first, but you didn't. are you really confident?"
lord rong was speechless.
it wasn't appropriate to ask this.
if she said she was not confident, mo linyuan would probably kill her with his eyes.
"of course i'm confident. how can i not be confident? if i were to die there, wouldn't my husband be a widow?" lord rong said exaggeratedly.
"my dear, don't you think so?"
"how can i make you worry? i'm fine. don't catch a cold."
