Drink (2)
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Hearing the other party's words, Ye Meng frowned imperceptibly.
Why couldn't this person understand what others were saying?
Ye Meng walked to the window in a few steps and stuck her head out to look out.
She immediately saw a flashy red Ferrari parked in the empty space below her apartment building.
Beside the Ferrari stood a man in a white suit.
The man held the phone in his left hand and kept tidying his hair with his right.
He looked cold on the outside but passionate on the inside.
If not for the fact that she could see clearly from upstairs that there was no one beside the man, she would have thought that there were many women around him.
Ye Xuan also stretched his neck and looked down. He pursed his lips in disdain.
This man was really good at pretending.