Jiajia looked at Gao Chenyang, who was staring at her with a smile on his lips and light shining in his eyes. As soon as Tang Jiajia saw his eyes, an inexplicable chill surged up in her feet. Jiajia couldn't help but pray not to remember me, not to remember me.
Tang Jiajia, you seem to have a bad memory. You actually forgot about me. I am Gao Chenyang who you slapped twice eight years ago and was called a bastard by you.