The tyrant's brows were so tightly knitted that they could pinch a fly to death

"Ahem, Jun Yu's darling is not feeling well. Why don't you send her back first?" Li yaoyang cleared his throat and asked tentatively.

The boss was cold, but he was steady and reliable.

Li yaoyang didn't feel at ease leaving the little girl who had just been frightened to others.

Upon hearing li yaoyang's words, ruan Mengmeng's little body suddenly froze.

Li junyu, on the other hand, raised his cold eyes and swept them over ruan Mengmeng's flushed little face.

The eldest son's face was gloomy and uncertain, and there was a biting cold air, as if someone owed him billions of dollars.

Li yaoyang was just trying to ask, but he guessed that his eldest son would most likely refuse to answer.

Unexpectedly, two seconds later, li junyu stood up with a cold expression on his face and strode out with his long legs. hurry up if you want to leave.