After Muqing River finished that sentence, he did it again, looking straight ahead and driving attentively. Jiang Xiaoyu sat in the deputy driver's seat and looked at his beautiful face. There was warmth in his heart.

If she had a brother, it would probably be like him.

"Well, I don't look great. It's too difficult to make a figure in front of a group of beautiful women, and my family is more ordinary, so I want to get worse. It seems that only by working hard can I go." Her previously confused mind kept calming down.

She thought of a sentence: People who are better than you are struggling, why...