Have you ever seen a fist the size of a claypot?

When Zhan Mo closed the drawer, he looked up to see ruan Mengmeng's bright almond-shaped eyes full of anger. Some kind of emotion flashed quickly in those deep eyes.

He picked up a copper ornament on the table with one hand and warned coldly, " "You're not allowed to touch Jia 'er's things again, or else ..."

The copper ornament in Zhan Mo's hand was crushed into a ball.

This was a threat, an obvious threat.

This was also the first time ruan Mengmeng had seen Zhan Mo's ability.

He was the son of the Zhan family, and as expected, he had inherited the Zhan family's talent. He was born with boundless strength.

In fact, he was as intelligent as his sister.

The entire study room was filled with original books, from commercial works to law classics to medical classics, social science, and everything else.

Ruan Mengmeng squinted her eyes slightly. Her little face, which had been filled with anger just now, had already regained its calm.