"It's okay, because I like you." Dongfang Moqing waved his hand and moved his glass.
Shenlian Yingyue: "..."
The men looked at him dangerously. Dongfang Moqing calmly looked back. The spark between men clashed, and none of them gave in.
Tan Zi Mo felt marvelous. How did these men who liked her get along with each other? They were all dark and very dangerous. Will she be fine?
Wang Pei Zhi's lips twitched. These men's jealousy was so great and obvious. Can't Yingyue see that?
He looked at Shenlian Yingyue curiously, and when he saw what she was doing, he was speechless.
Shenlian Yingyue was holding the paper bird that flew to her curiously. She felt familiar with this spiritual power, but she forgot who gave her such a familiar feeling.
"Another daughter of destiny appeared." Shenlain Yingyue unfolded the paper bird and exclaimed in astonishment.
