This bastard, with nothing better to do, came to tease her again.
Jian Tianlin directly ignored her fiery gaze, his deep purple eyes sweeping towards Eric, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.
When Eric met those fine purple eyes, he was taken aback. Suddenly, the profile of the man before him came to mind.
The CEO of Jian Group, Jian Tianlin!
Eric came to his senses and turned to look at Maomao, "Avila, you and him?"
"Eric, don't listen to his nonsense. He's like that, loves to joke around. Just ignore him," Maomao said with a twitch of her mouth, explaining.
Before her words ended, the temperature in the living room suddenly dropped.
Jian Tianlin narrowed his eyes, the smile at the bottom of his eyes fading, an icy coldness emanating from him, making it hard for Eric to breathe.
Unfortunately, Maomao, the slow-to-catch-on scatterbrain, hadn't realized it yet.
