Qicheng was amused by her panicky appearance and laughed sullenly, revealing ten neat white teeth.

When Gu Qianmeng looked at Qicheng like this, he became a little angry. He looked up his head seriously and raised his finger to Qicheng. "You are not my type at all!"

You're not my type at all...

The curvature of Qicheng's laughter suddenly faded.'I'm not your type? Who is that? Nangong Morning? Ah, unfortunately, that person has gone abroad, or with Gu Jia, I also contacted him a while ago, you may not know, his doll can play soy sauce. Qiye? Ha, is he on good terms with Secretary Dong Ying? Anyway, it's still...