Infuriated Duan xiuhui to death

Upon seeing ruan Mengmeng's sudden appearance, Duan xiuhui and Zhan Jia 'er, who were sitting at the dining table, were both shocked and depressed.

His expression was as if he had accidentally swallowed a fly. It was disgusting and hard to swallow.

Zhan mo looked up, his long and narrow eyes lighting up slightly when he saw ruan Mengmeng.

In contrast to Duan xiuhui and Zhan Jia 'er's gloomy expressions, Zhan Mo's dark eyes were filled with anticipation.

His father sat at the head of the table, his mother and sister sat on the right side of his father, and Zhan mo sat on the left side.

If Mengmeng were to come over, she would naturally sit beside him.

Ever since ruan Mianmian disappeared again, Mengmeng had been ignoring her.

To Zhan mo, it was a rare luxury to be able to eat at the same table as when they were in the small villa.

However, when ruan Mengmeng walked closer and saw the seating arrangement on the table, she frowned.