C540 Really

"Zhuang Yichen, what do you mean?"

"What do you want from me?" Zhuang Yichen asked instead of answering, with a cold smile on his face.

Sitting on the sofa, he crossed his long legs and shook them gently. He grabbed a crystal cup and looked at it slowly, looking at the broken colors inside and listening to the woman's criticism, "Yi Yun never did anything to you