Leng Muchen looked at Ling Yijie's eyeballs falling down. He just picked his eyebrows lightly. "What? Either you like her or she pesters you?

"Cold Brother, of course not!" Ling Yijie could not hide this time, even if he wanted to hide it.

He likes his sister-in-law. He can't afford such a big crime. Then he has to sell Qin Yafu. It's not that he's not brotherly enough or morally enough, but that his brother is cold admirer of Chen.

"What is that?" Leng Muchen lit a cigarette, took a puff, and a faint puff of smoke came out of his sexy thin lips. The woman, who hadn't seen each...