It's easy to invite a God, but hard to send him away

"Ah ..."

Young master Liang suddenly screamed. Almost subconsciously, the urine bag hanging by the bed was filled with liquid.

Not expecting her son to react so strongly to Lin xiaojiu, Madam Liang glared at her.

However, Lin Hanxing was not affected at all. He sat down leisurely.

She raised her hand slightly to tie her long hair behind her ear, and the diamond bracelet made a faint cracking sound.

That flirtatious look stunned everyone.

Today, Lin Hanxing was wearing an ivory white silk shirt with Bell-sleeved design to add a highlight. She was paired with a pink ankle-length fishtail skirt and Jimmy Choo high heels. It was hard to imagine that she was such a woman ...

That day, with a ruthlessness that was not inferior to Lei Xiao's, he had mercilessly crippled young master Liang's knees.

"Young master Liang, you seem to be doing well."

Lin Hanxing said coldly, his tone full of sarcasm.