"Ayao..."

Before her finger touched Shenglingyao's arm bend, she was ruthlessly thrown aside and hit those cold eyes unexpectedly.

"Ayao, you..."

Shengling Yao's cold eyes stared at the big face from childhood, and the cold light suddenly appeared.

"Yao Xinxin, look at Xiaoyun's face and uncle's and aunt's face. I have tolerated you time and again. This is my last and only chance to let you go. If there's another time, don't blame me me me for not being merciless!" At the end of the page, Yao Xinxin, who looked pale with cold eyes, dropped a sentence indifferently: "I will ask my second son to re-process your ticket. The day...