Xie Jiuhan continued walking while he carried Feng Qing. The man was dressed in a suit and looked handsome. The woman was beautiful and gentle, like a beautiful oil painting.
Su Yu and the other two all turned their heads to the side. Although they were forced to watch a display of affection, the scene was too beautiful and they didn't dare to look anymore.
Feng Qing laid in the man's arms, her pretty face pressed against the man's chest. She was like an injured kitten, rubbing against her master. The man's throat rolled. He had an instinctive reaction from being rubbed by the kitten. However, Ji Yunchen's words just now made him forcefully suppress the urge in his heart.
"Little Jiu Jiu, are you angry with me?" Seeing that the man was ignoring her with a cold face, Feng Qing asked softly.
"You still know?!" The man gritted his teeth.
