This is my fiancé, Bo Xincheng

Monica looked down at them.

She had a delicate face and a pair of deep, large eyes that were typical of Westerners. Her double eyelids were beautiful and not exaggerated. Her blue eyes were as bright as gems, and her skin was as white as white porcelain.

The girl's lips were gently pursed, and she looked down at the two of them. Her proud posture of not being willing to put down her noble airs was not annoying, but rather a little cute ...

"Why should I escort you home?" Shi qinglan looked at her with a half-smile and could not help but be in the mood to tease her.

Monica's exquisite eyes widened even more when she heard that.

She had not expected Shi qinglan to disobey her orders and even question her, " you ... You already said that this matter started because of you! What if that person retaliates and tries to harm me while we're apart? who can I cry to?"

Monica's lips twitched as she gave a bunch of twisted logic.