"He's just a country boy. This lady can easily capture him!"
When she said this, Beauty Jiang raised her eyebrows and was surrounded by a group of friends. She held a glass of red wine in her hand and tasted it carefully, but her eyes wandered through the goblet and landed elsewhere, as if the frivolous and arrogant words just now had never come from her mouth.
"The wealthy lady with high eyes has nothing to do with me!"
When he said this, Mo Lian was holding a thick book with cold eyes, but his fingertips could not help but tremble slightly.
At that time, Lang seemed ruthless but was affectionate, but Qian Jin seemed to be affectionate but was ruthless.