"That night..."

"Such a terrible thing, unlike the famous pianist Ye Enmei made, I don't want to mention it again, you'd better not mention it." Qi Tianqing, carrying a paper bag in his hand, is ready to walk away.

But Yeome quickly wrapped around his waist from behind...

"Don't leave me. You don't like me. I can try to make myself what you like. If you like Ye Yanning, I can become what she looks like!"

"It's crazy." Qi Tianqiang stretched out his hand and broke her arm around his waist. "Miss Ye, you'd better be self-respecting."

Shen Jiangxin watched the two of them, because they were too far apart,...