"Isn't it?"
Liang smiled, took Wang Chuting's hand, and placed it under his nose: "Beauty like a flower, the more you smell, the sweeter it gets."
Wang Chuting rolled her eyes, stayed silent for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh: "I was really worried about you at the time."
In recent years, Lu Liang has developed rapidly, offending countless people overtly and covertly. If anyone wanted to deal with him, this westward journey was a perfect opportunity.
A dump truck could hit, and everything would vanish into the wind.
"I can tell you were worried, but you haven't answered my previous question." Lu Liang smiled persistently.
Wang Chuting feigned ignorance: "What question?"
She didn't have a father, growing up she was reliant on her mom, along with her grandparents.
All she had seen and heard over the years told her not to talk about emotions, just talk about money.
Because talking about money only brings one concern: whether you have more or less of it.
