After hanging out with Hua Miaomiao for so long, Chu Qing had naturally been influenced by his sharp tongue.
While everyone was still in shock, yang Mengshan's eyes widened in horror. "Chu Qing, why are you so vicious with your words!"
"I'm far worse than you when it comes to being vicious!" chu qing snorted coldly.
Yang Mengshan's tears fell again. Those tears were crystal clear and slowly slid down from her eyes. Such a beautiful face and such a wronged expression would break any man's heart.
As if she remembered Chu Qing's words, she raised her hand to wipe away her tears. She looked at Zhao Mingcheng pitifully and apologized profusely, " "Brother Mingcheng, I'm sorry. Brother Mingcheng, I Won't Cry Anymore. I really won't cry anymore. I won't hurt you, Hanhan."
She was indirectly telling Zhao Mingcheng that the man she loved was him.
Zhao Mingcheng, who was originally just a little angry, was now filled with anger, and his gentlemanly demeanor disappeared.