Ye Ling rolled her eyes with a spiritual look. He loves the god, but it's clearly a threat from the god of death.
Sheng Junlie stood downstairs, looking at her expression of disgust. He raised his finger and pointed at her, probably saying, "You wait for me."
After pointing, he took a long step and entered the villa.
Ye Ling realized the danger and was startled. She hurriedly ran towards the door. In a short distance, she ran at a speed of fifty meters, but she was still a step too late.
Just as she arrived at the door, she saw Sheng Junlie appear in the corridor. She screamed in fright and quickly closed the door.
Sheng Junlie had long legs and in the blink of an eye, he was outside the door. He held the door that was about to close and his breath was not disturbed. "You have the guts to roll your eyes at someone?"
Ye Ling pushed hard against the door and gasped, "What's wrong with rolling my eyes at you? What if I want to?"
