Although Eleven was a little impatient, he still nodded and waited.
Jiang Fu turned around and went in. Soon, she came out with a lot of things.
The Young Masters and Young Misses were stunned.
They suddenly quietened down. Their gazes landed on the items in Jiang Fu's hands, revealing reluctant expressions.
Did she have to give all these things to Xie Cheng?
No!
Eleven frowned and looked at everyone's expressions. An indescribable emotion rose in his heart. Why were these people looking at him like this?
A light yellow dress appeared in his eyes, and a faint fragrance spread around him. Eleven immediately held his breath.
What was this?
Was the vixen about to make a move?
Would he be bewitched by the vixen if he inhaled too much of this scent?
He had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders and could not be bewitched!
If he were bewitched, the general would be doomed!
