Looking at the tears and runny nose in his bosom and rubbing hard on his shirt, Shengling's eyebrows suddenly jumped.

She's the object, and you have to resist any anger. Others dare not dally in his arms so boldly. If anyone did, he would have broken his hands and left them in Java.

With a deep sigh, she grabbed her waist with one hand and gently lifted her up. She sat on his lap. With the other hand, she picked up the folder thrown at her feet and opened it for her to see.

"No see, no see, no see!"

If you don't look, you just don't look!

Qiu Jiayi...