Liang Qiran was pacing back and forth outside the villa's gate, waiting for his father and sister to come out.
He turned his head and saw two women walking side by side, the one who spoke less occasionally showing a faint smile. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, with a petite delicate face the size of a palm. Her eyes were bright, incredibly attractive.
Her red lips parted and closed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered, like a fairy who had accidentally wandered into the mortal realm.
The two of them didn't stop beside him at all, and as they were about to pass by him, he suddenly reached out to block their path.
"Um... hello, can I add you on some platform? I'm the young master of the Liang family."
Meng Jiahe's first reaction upon hearing this introduction was, oh, the young master of the Liang family known for his misdeeds.
And his eyes were fixed intently on Sang Qiao, the implication was clear to anyone.
"No," Sang Qiao curtly refused, and walked straight past him.
