097 Prices and Men

angry, but rather how Fang Liucheng was intimately standing behind Wanmeng and putting on the necklace for her. That was simply...No matter which angle you look at it from, they appeared to be deeply...097 Prices and Men

"Young Master Ye Two, Madam Ye, hello."

"Hello, Young Master Fang."

The group exchanged greetings; Warm secretly wished she could make herself less noticeable.

She looked curiously at Cheng Anya; this kind and pretty lady was the mother of Yè Fěimò. How come she didn't seem like a shrew as she had imagined

Cheng Anya gave her a gentle smile, a warm and sweet one, but in her heart she muttered to herself: Can even the Demon Ugly Mother laugh so tenderly

Ye Feimo’s eyes swept past her. Seeing that she was smiling brightly, he couldn’t help but think to himself: Idiot, judging people by their appearance—when her mother has them at a loss for how to live or die, she still doesn’t know where she is wetting herself. Such an innocent nature really makes one want to bully her hard.

"Young Master Fang, bringing your girlfriend out for dinner" Cheng Anya asked.

Fang Liucheng smiled and said, "Yes."

Ye Feimo’s expression darkened. His cold eyes glanced at the warm girl, causing her to shiver all over. Ye Feimo’s gaze was really sharp; she hurriedly said, "I am not your girlfriend."

Hmm, this voice sounds familiar. Cheng Anya raised an eyebrow. Fang Lucheng glared at Warming, and Cheng Anya thought they were just quarreling like a young couple and didn't say anything.

"Really poor taste," Ye Feimo said vaguely, but it was unclear to whom he was speaking. Cheng Anya was surprised; her son had never cared about others' affairs before, so for him to actually speak up was quite the miracle.

Warming knew he was talking about her and held back her breath. Fang Lucheng said, "Young Master Ye’s taste doesn’t seem to be much better."

Cheng Anya smiled lightly; she agreed with this statement.

"How good is your taste You fancy a bean sprout."

In the tiny elevator, sparks flew, and Cheng Anya instinctively felt something was amiss.

Do they have a grudge

Tolerance having reached its limit, Wēinuán smiled faintly, expressing her sentiments, "These days, prices are getting higher and men are becoming more despicable."

Cheng Anya couldn't help but laugh.d so many. I can't wear all these."“Limited edition items are very valuable for collection. Even if you don’t wear them, keeping them at home will increase their value without depreciating. You can gi...