Guan Qingshu looked at Yang Ruxin's back, his lips slightly curled up, Xinxin, I will never become your enemy!
"Brother." When Guan Qingyue came out, she saw her brother staring off into space at the back of Yang Ruxin. The calmness she wanted to maintain immediately vanished, and she couldn't help but scream, "What kind of love potion did that Yang Ruxin give you? You..."
Because Yang Ruxin was pregnant, and she knew she possibly had three babies, even though she wasn't showing yet, her movements were slow, so at this moment, she had only taken five or six steps. The sharp voice of Guan Qingyue naturally reached her, and she immediately stopped walking.
Guan Qingshu didn't expect his sister to become increasingly unreasonable, and his face suddenly darkened: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"How am I talking nonsense?" Guan Qingyue felt that she was right, "Do you dare say you haven't thought about her? She's a married woman, a disgrace..."
Smack!
