Hearing Meng Qingge's words, Ji Wanzhou's hands began to tremble slightly.
"You'd better think of a way to talk to me. Don't tell me you're proud of using this way to deal with a girl?"
Meng Qingge, who was originally squatting on the ground, stood up now. She looked at Ji Wanzhou and said, "Oh." "You're heartbroken. If you're heartbroken, then go to the toilet and help that woman fix her clothes. What are you yelling at me for?"
"Fine, fine, you're amazing. Do you want me to go to the toilet and bring Chen Meigui out? Fine, I'll do as you say." Ji Wanzhou tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. After saying that to Meng Qingge, he turned around and walked towards the toilet.
"Ji Wanzhou, stop right there. If you go over now, then what am I doing now?" "For that woman, you don't even want my face?" Seeing that Ji Wanzhou was really going to do as she said, Meng Qingge panicked.