She had said this to Tang Zhimo, but she had forgotten that she still had her phone in her hand. The phone was still connected.
"What do you know? What do you promise?" Third Young Master Ye did not hear Tang Zhimo's voice. He only heard Chu Wuyou's words. He frowned slightly and could not help but ask.
"Promise me." Chu Wuyou regained her senses and looked at Tang Zhimo. She secretly let out a sigh. Why did she feel that it was so difficult for her to meet Ye Lanchen now?
The big ones stopped her, and the small ones also stopped her. Moreover, this small one was more powerful than the big ones.
Sigh, at this moment, she really could not help but feel sorry for Third Young Naster Ye in her heart.
