"Little fox!" Lang Qingge held her in his arms, it was wonderful and clean.
Such a pure hug, but to Li Chengyun it was particularly irksome, he reached out and directly grabbed Yu Jingrong's arm, pulling her away from Lang Qingge's embrace.
"Yu Jingrong," Li Chengyun warned coldly, calling out her name.
This woman, he has been too indulgent with her, too much in love with her, yesterday there was a Mu Ye, and today a Lang Qingge. Why wouldn't she let him be at peace? Did he really have to break her legs to keep her confined at home?
"What are you doing?" Yu Jingrong glared at him, pouting.
Could someone tell her what was wrong with Li Chengyun? Was he bothered again? But Lang Qingge was her uncle...
Wait a minute, she was planning to invite both of them to a meal a few days ago, introducing them to each other. But she had been so busy lately, she forgot about it and didn't end up having the meal. So Li Chengyun didn't yet know that Lang Qingge was his uncle.
