C52 His calculations

"I am me, such a special girl. Let me tell you, if you lose me, you won't be able to find a girl like me."

The teacup in Gong Ming's hand instantly shattered, the tea that Qian Li had just poured out was still very hot, and when it fell on his fingertip, it instantly turned red.

Sure enough, he was still young. These past few years, he had lived like a prince