"Not good."
Lu Yiting took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. There were colorful pictures printed on the box. He blew a few rings of green smoke into the air and said thoughtfully, "I have someone I like."
"What's the matter? I won't worry about this. If one day I meet the woman you like, I will tell her generously that Lu Yiting is mine and no one can take her away!"
Shen Qingsui raised his face proudly.
Bright as spring, with a charming smile.
Lu Yiting shook his head and had to admit that she was really a child.