C780 Her Style

He didn't even need to turn around to know that this cold and somewhat proud female voice was very clear.

Yingxi bit her lips, her fingers still holding onto the jewelry box. Upon hearing this, her heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously looked towards Song Cheng. The boy opposite her, that handsome face of hers, soon had a flash of embarrassment on his face as he stood up and called out