In her boudoir, Luo Qingyue put her mouth on the bed, hurled herself on the big brown bear, who was so tall in front of her, and hammered several punches fiercely.

"It's all your fault. If you weren't so smart, why would my mother separate us? How could there be such a self-righteous fellow now?" Luo Qingyuejiao hummed.

But that's the case. It's no use complaining now.

She sat beside the bed, took her cell phone and looked at Xiao Yang's number in the cell phone communication with her belt, somewhat distracted.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" Asked Luo Qingyue.

"It's me, Lufei." The...