Chen Zhaojun took a look. Wow, it was indeed beautiful.
The girl had a round, gentle, and beautiful oval face. Under the incandescent light, she looked like a Jade-colored glaze. Perhaps it was because she had hit the table quite hard, but her forehead was obviously red and swollen. It was so painful that tears were flowing out.
The pitiful peach blossom was teary-eyed, making one's heart clench inexplicably.
Chen Zhaojun nodded. The girl's facial features were similar to Xiao rongyu's, and she was basically the perfect type.
"What's your name, daughter?"
Liang meijuan didn't know why, but her heart ached especially badly.
"Shen, Shen youchu."
"It's a nice name."
Liang meijuan reached out to help wipe her tears. Shen youchu was a little embarrassed."There's also dust on your face."
"Hehehe."
