Mr. President, I Was Wrong!

Luo Yangyang looked at the black card in Feng Sheng's hand and was stunned.

Feng Sheng was indeed ignorant of the sufferings of the world, wanting to swipe his card at a street stall like this.

Luo Yangyang studied Feng Sheng's dark face carefully.

Actually, she had money.

Three minutes later.

When they left the barbecue shop, Luo Yangyang rubbed her bulging stomach and said that she wanted to take a walk.

Feng Sheng, who had never crossed the road before, nodded his head for the first time and took a walk with her.

The car whizzed past him. Feng Sheng walked along the street and smelled the exhaust. His expression was not good. Very bad.

What bothered Feng Sheng even more was that Luo Yangyang started laughing secretly after they walked side by side for a few minutes.

The smile on her lips was glaring to him."Don't laugh!"

"Hahahaha!" Luo Yangyang couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.