Wen Meimei smiled slightly, her gaze still fixed on the livestream screen.
Ye Qiuyi, like smelling a sachet, was holding An Ling's foot to sniff it, and the scene had a strong Island Country flavor.
Oh my... so disgusting!
Thinking of this, Wen Meimei said with disdain, "Keep watching and you'll find out."
She already knew who arranged the camera, and if she guessed correctly, the real climax of this livestream should be coming soon.
...
In the presidential suite.
An Ling watched as the ugly woman's mouth was about to touch his toes and finally couldn't bear it anymore, kicking her away.
Ye Qiuyi was stunned, looking bewilderedly at this fickle man.
A shadow covered the man's face, making it impossible to read his emotions; he remained as mysterious as before.
Ye Qiuyi grew impatient, "What? Changed your mind?"
An Ling suddenly stood up, looking down at the woman who was like a dog lying on the bed, and said expressionlessly, "Do you know who my woman is?"
