So, Meng Qianfeng walked quickly towards his Wolong Villa.

When he saw it from a distance, his whole condition immediately changed for the worse.

It was like a dark cloud suddenly shrouded Meng Qianfeng's head, making his face look dull.

His fists were clenched and his joints were cracking.

The two rows of teeth kept rubbing together to make a sound, accompanied by the rhythm of Meng Qianfeng's body shaking.

Meng Qianfeng rushed towards the house quickly, his eyes about to spit out fire.

Because in his field of vision, there were clearly two people.

The girl Li Weiwei was facing him, with a playful smile on her face.

And the young man with his back turned to him, who could he be if he wasn't Yang Haoran?

Meng Qianfeng was simmering with anger, but in order to avoid any mistakes, he still endured it.

He arrived at Li Weiwei's side in a few steps, then looked towards the opposite side with wide eyes!
Chapter completed!