Chapter 427: Just Waiting for the East Wind

"Xiaomeng, I really was just passing by."

"Yuyan, you believe me." Rong Anyao desperately wanted to clarify everything at that moment.

But such things, the so-called misunderstandings, always grow worse the more you try to explain them; sometimes not explaining is the best approach.

Needless to say, Rong Anyao's heart was a tumult of contrasting emotions, and one could only imagine how spectacular her inner monologue was.

Zhang Xiaomeng kissed Rong Anyao's jade-like lips, and that touch of softness instantly entered his heart. With the beauty in his arms, Zhang Xiaomeng was no Liu Xiahui; he couldn't remain unmoved.

After his battle with Wang Yuyan, Zhang Xiaomeng hadn't achieved true satisfaction, and now that Rong Anyao had arrived, he naturally wasn't going to let her go so easily.