A Woman Who Lives on Her Face

"Gong Chen... "You're finally here …"

Zhao Yina walked to the front of Gong Chen, who had just arrived, completely worn out from the journey. She lowered her head slightly, and pulled out a burst of sobs from the corner of her mouth.

"Scram!"

Gong Chen stared at his coldly, he did not even bother to look at his, and just pushed his to the side, his expression anxious as he walked forward.

"He … What did he mean? Shouldn't he have come to me? "

Zhao Yina was stunned, she stood there blankly watched as the man anxiously walked to Su Qinglian and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"Cough, cough …" Miss Yina, why do I feel like Gong Chen is here for that woman? How did they know each other? "

Seeing this, the assistant who was good at observation immediately whispered into Zhao Yina's ears, secretly shocked in the bottom of his heart.