His adorable Lord

In order to be caught red-handed, even if Zhou Zhengji was arrogant, he didn't let his men come out in uniform.

His people were all wearing casual clothes!

He did not send these people here at all. These were not the men he had originally arranged to guard the door, so ... Who were they?

Just as Zhou Zhengji was feeling uneasy, ruan Mengmeng, who was standing closest to the door, suddenly walked toward the group of battle members.

Her almond-shaped eyes, which were still cold and firm just now, were now flickering slightly, and her lustrous pupils were already moist.

She walked toward the young elite in the lead.

Looking at his tall and straight figure, looking at how well-fitted he was in his neat and rigorous combat uniform.

She watched as his familiar face shed the childishness of his early years, and the sharpness of a mature man was honed by time.