"Tian Xiaoxiao, allow me to remind you again, you must not force me to do something to you."

Ouyang just smiled at Tian with that cold look in the morning.

"No, no, no."

Tian smiled and shook his head in panic.

"Why? Why? What's wrong with me? Tomorrow morning, what's wrong with me?

"Shut up."

Ouyang raised his palm in the morning and was really about to go down.

"Tian Xiaoxiao, is my name casually called by you? Who are you?"

At that moment, Tian Xiaoxiao was almost desperate, and she couldn't even imagine how the man, who was close to the edge of rage, would bear it if he...