Zhuo Zhuo got out of the car, and the sky was filled with champagne-colored morning light.
She was wearing a pair of blue moccasins and holding Lu Mingfei, who was still yawning, in one hand. Her slender and tall body was wrapped in a cool suspender skirt.
The brown-haired young man came forward, his honey-colored eyes almost melting into a pool of amber.
The newly appointed young master of the Sikong family swung the large dog back and hit Chu Zihang who was standing like a fortress.
Then she raised her calf and smiled so hard that she gritted her teeth: "I'm so happy, I want to marry the person who killed me, my dear fiance!"
Her third-year senior raised a rare eyebrow: "I think she must regret not wearing those Mary Janes."
The large dog in his arms rolled his eyes: "She would rather bring a chainsaw."