Pushing him violently, Tian Feifei quickly jumped away from him, looking like he had an infectious virus.

Ouyang didn't speak tomorrow morning, but Tian Feifei felt the unhappy words from him.

"That... Can you copy this video to me? Stubborn with a small head, Tian Feifei struggled, even if he wanted to curse her also endured.

The lip angle rose slightly, outlining a beautiful arc, Ouyang cried coldly in the morning, "Why should I copy it for you?"

Sure enough!

She knew he was not a good person, how could she possibly copy his son's video to herself?

"If you want a copy, you can't..." When Tian Feifei's mood fell...