Xiao Ling seems to be a stranger. She goes straight to the compound apartment, a big living room and a few small rooms, romantic and warm. Casually lie down on the sofa, pick up the snacks on the table and put them in your mouth.

the face of this man is really thick. People who don't know think I'm a guest.

"take a seat, Miss mu. It's really good. It's delicious. Come and have a taste." Xiao Ling said casually, and really regarded herself as the master.

Mu Xinyu came to him with a cold face and took out a pile of money from his pocket and gave it to...