"Good boy Ruirui, didn't you say you wanted to thank me?"
Huo Ling looked at Yang Yurui with a smile, holding a red hollow cheongsam in his hand. His voice was still low and gentle, but Yang Yurui felt that Huo Ling was like a charming fox at this moment, and he just fell into this trap.
"Just wear this red cheongsam, okay?"
Looking at Huo Ling's eyes that could suck people in, he heard himself say softly: "Okay"
Intention: Will the future be better? No, but I believe it will.