Liang Yuening had a gloomy expression on his face, looking thoroughly depressed.
"That damn woman, it was him, clearly him, and yet she had the audacity to call out Yixuan's name!?"
A small flame of jealousy sparked in his heart for the first time in his life toward his own brother.
"Get up!" He gave him a sullen glance and then walked out with a sullen mood.
The young girl stretched her lips. It seemed she had unintentionally offended Liang Yuening? Cough, she really didn't mean to.
After getting up, she combed her hair. The two small horns on her head were the craft of Hong Xiangjun from yesterday. After taking them apart and straightening her long hair, she casually braided it.
