Li Qingrong raised her hand and covered part of her face near her brow bone, silently responding to him.
So don't look.
Jiang Nian: "...."
"Forget it, I won't argue with you." He raised his eyebrows, "I have a good feeling this time, are you scared?"
Li Qingrong looked up and glanced at him.
"So scared."
The voice was flat, clearly sarcastic. So vicious, the sarcasm was doubled.
"Then beg for mercy and admit defeat."
"How much for math?"
"Didn't you just hear?" Jiang Nian was slightly dissatisfied, this person always tells little lies.
Sure enough, Li Qingrong said.
"I didn't hear."
She clearly heard!
"Above 135, pretty accurate estimate." Jiang Nian said, "I looked it over, didn't miss much."
Li Qingrong: "Oh."
Angry!!
High and mighty disdain, indifferent contempt. This "Oh" had touched his soul.
"Qingqing, are you looking down on me!!"
"No."
"You are!"
