The corner of Mu Yingyu’s mouth twitched even more violently. “There are shoes... the brand behind them has shoes. They’ve sent over dozens of pairs!”
“That’s not bad.”Si Mancheng nodded in satisfaction. He had slept quite well yesterday, so his mood was also good.
His gaze had been fixed on her, hot and lingering. Mu Yingyu’s face flushed red. She lowered her head and said, “I’m cooking. Go wash up.”
She quickly ran into the kitchen.
Standing in front of the stove, she raised her hand and gently touched her burning cheeks. This guy was really going to die. Why was he always looking at her like that.
It was as if... she was his true love..
Mu Xieyu patted her head hard. She was still his true love. She was really thinking too much.
When Si Mancheng turned around to wash up, he took a look at his phone. He had received a message from Tang Zui. None of the blood samples were suitable.
He frowned and his mood became a little heavy.