This is really not good

Outside the window, the wind blew, lifting up the flowers and scattering them on the earth.

The breeze gently lifted the curtains, blowing the air away.

"Cheng, you're torturing me." The man's magnetic voice rang out. Looking at Shen chengjing's delicate little face, mo Yancheng narrowed his eyes and sized her up.

"Pfft, no way!" Shen chengjing said in a low voice. She got up to pour herself a glass of water.

He picked up his phone and scrolled through it. He replied in a low voice,""That's weird. Why didn't Liu Sijie reply to my message? Uncle, do you think she ..."

Before she could finish, Shen chengjing felt the man's gaze on her.

She looked up silently and saw him staring at her with his dark eyes narrowed.

"Is there something on my face? She touched her face and was about to turn around to look at herself in the mirror when she saw him striding forward.