Lu Chuyao smiled after hearing that.
It was good that he was not unhappy.
That grandson of Jichen's had a bad taste in women.
"I'm not playing with him anymore," he replied.
Lowering one's IQ.
Ning Sheng saw that the oil was hot and hurriedly said, "Lu Chuyao, I'm a little busy here. I'll hang up now." After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone, casually put his phone in his pocket, and went to cook.
Over here.
Beep beep beep.
Lu closed his eyes and looked down at his nose. He was a dead man.
The director and producer fell silent.
'This motherf * cker…' Xi Yao's CEO. The call ended.
This Miss Ning Sheng was the real boss!
What Wen Jing? What kind of biscuit was that??
She was still waiting in the cottage!!