"Hello." Ouyang Ruixi smiled faintly and nodded slightly to him. He didn't care about Mu Jiyun's big hand that he didn't let go. Let him do what he liked. Like is like, she is not so affectated, and she also covets the wisp of tenderness from his palm.

"Uncle Leng, when did you get married? Why don't you ask me to be a flower boy? Xiao Xuanxuan was still very persistent in wanting to know the question that confused him. He ran forward to squeeze out the cold actress and jumped into the arms of the cold arrogant wind.

Leng Niu was a little dissatisfied with Xuan Xuan's pushing herself...