Murong An's words had just landed, and He Yurou hadn't even thought of what kind of language to use to refute Murong An's already somewhat nervous air, and with Zhao Yiya's 'snap', the air instantly froze.

Due to the effect of inertia, Murong An's head also tilted to the left, and there was a hot pain on the right side, and there were five clearly visible finger prints on her fair face, she turned her head sideways for a long time, and at the same time, she glanced at He Zheyu, who was still sitting on the dining table and chair, and did not move at all, and her right hand was still holding the red wine glass and shaking it gently, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with her.

Zhao Qingwu hurriedly pulled Zhao Yiya over, and said with displeasure in his voice: "Sister, your words and deeds now represent the He family and Zhao."

"The little cutie he raised is blackened" Chapter 111 Calculated by He Zheyu 1 is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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