"How are you going to deal with this?" Chen Meng'er asked Yuwen Jing as she waved the pink envelope in her hand.
"I'll leave it to you." If Chen Meng'er hadn't happened to see it, he would have asked Baro to deal with this eyesore long ago.
"This is a love letter from another woman to you. Are you willing to throw it away?" Chen Meng'er raised her eyebrows and looked at Yuwen Jing, saying this on purpose.
"What's there to be reluctant about? However, if this love letter was written by Meng'er to me, I definitely wouldn't be willing to throw it away." Yuwen Jing was flirting with her cheekily.
"You wish. You haven't even written a love letter to me, yet you still want me to write a love letter to you."
Yuwen Jing was dreaming of making her write a love letter to him. As Chen Meng'er said this, her face unconsciously turned red.
