Ruan Mengmeng's face was full of frost

Li junyu's cold features were originally covered with a layer of frost, just like a mask made of ice and snow. He was cold, serious, and emotionless.

When he questioned Chen Qing, there was no trace of emotion.

He suppressed the disgust and hatred in his heart and judged the woman in front of him indifferently.

However, when that soft yet firm voice came from the glass window behind the balcony, li junyu's entire body froze on the spot, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

The face that was filled with disgust and indifference froze.

"Mengmeng!" Chen Qingzhi sucked in a breath of air and covered her mouth in disbelief.

She had been too engrossed in her argument with li junyu earlier that she did not notice when ruan Mengmeng had arrived.

How much did Mengmeng hear and how much did she know?