C1965 Do You Really Want to Force Me to Death

"Can't you be more serious?"

Cheng Bao'er said coquettishly as she formed a fist with her right hand.

Clenching the woman's white fist tightly in his palm, Mu Chen turned around and glanced at Wu Qian, who was sitting in the back seat.

"She's not thinking about us right now, so she won't hear anything you say."

"Eh …"

Hearing Mu Chen's words