Tang Ranran lifted her chin and sneered, "She's jealous."
Tang Ranran had forgotten her pretense, probably because of the frustration of the failure of the plan. Her conceited and arrogant personality was exposed.
Ji Shiting curled his lips without saying anything.
It seemed that he needed to investigate the woman's identity more carefully.
It seemed that he needed to investigate the woman's identity more carefully.
Ye Shengge was still sitting on the sofa, sipping the hot water. Her soft hair was draped over her shoulders, and her dark eyes seemed to be dazed. Her face was still pale.
Ji Shiting hadn't expected to see her so being so weak and confused after walking in.
He had a bitter feeling in his heart and a sense of inexplicable panic. It was a strange emotion and he couldn't help frowning.
Ji Shiting walked over, sat down beside her, hugged her and put his fingers in her hair.
