The Little Guy Wanted Ice Water

Even a little guy understood Leng Zheng's words, not to mention Xiao Huahua herself. Her beautiful and delicate face instantly contorted in anger.

Seeing Xiao Huahua's murderous expression, Jiang Tingxu had no choice but to mediate.

"Umm, alright, alright. Leng Zheng, carry on with the garbage business."

"Yes, madam."

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!"

After Leng Zheng left, Xiao Huahua couldn't help but let out a series of F*cks.

"Sister Jiang, as you can see, that big guy is really too much. I have standards!"

Leng Zheng, who had just returned, heard Xiao Huahua's last sentence. He narrowed his eyes that reeked of danger.

He fixed his gaze on the woman standing in the distance as the elevator door closed.

"Standard?" He repeated in a murmur.

Xiao Huahua, who was unaware of the fact that Leng Zheng had overheard her, shivered out of the blue.

"F*ck, why is it so cold?"

Jiang Tingxu and her son looked at each other.