What the heck, I'm serious, what hooligan, hey hey hey, don't hit.
"Moshu, listen to me, I'm serious, not a hooligan. If it's not treated, there might be problems."
"Dream on!"
Jiang Moshu looked at Ren Feng with disgust, then picked up her bag and turned to leave.
Ren Feng gave a bitter smile and touched his nose. This time, he had a clear conscience; he originally wanted to do a good deed, but didn't expect to be misunderstood by Jiang Moshu again.
Really, why is it so hard to be a good person just once?
After leaving Jiangnan University, Ren Feng got into the Hummer and left directly.
It was already noon, and as the Hummer drove back to the Fenghai District, just as he planned to go to Flying Snow Mansion, suddenly, he saw the figure of a girl by the roadside.
Isn't that Yu Qingquan?
What a coincidence?
At the moment, Yu Qingquan was holding two bags, but her path was blocked by a strong man.
