"Ling, Ling Yao..." Ling Yun's face was pale and he wanted to stop talking.

Sheng Lingyao looked at her in disgust, and the cold words slowly spit out: "Who allowed you to call me like that?"

"I..."

Regardless of Ling Yun's pale face, Sheng Ling Yao looked indifferent, staring at the works, eyes full of contempt: "These works are diamond paintings, it is simply vulgar intolerable."

Clear thin lips spit out cold words, but they make others hate them, but feel more cool and handsome.

If what Sheng Lingyao said just now made Ling Yun think that she had misheard, now she has completely heard the meaning that Sheng Lingyao...