Xiao Ran had no memory before he was nineteen years old. After he was nineteen years old, he only had Zong Zhengqing in his memory...
"Zong Zhengqing, I learned something today." Xiao Ran looked at Zong Zhengqing, blinking at him with her long and curled eyelashes, and raised her lips in a sly smile.
"Huh?" Questioning tone.
"When God closes a door for you, he will definitely open a window for you. God gave you a domineering, cold and ruthless character, so he gave you a handsome appearance like an ancient sculpture." God is fair.
"Huh?" Zong Zhengqing looked down at her, his ink-like eyes flashed with a faint light, as if a storm was about to hit.
"So... You are so handsome, and everything you do is right!" Xiaoran immediately raised her voice while wearing a sincere smile.
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