C914

"Xiao Ran, don't listen to him …"

Xu Muzhi naturally heard Brother Yan's words. His hand that was holding the teacup subconsciously tightened up, and his joints became more and more slender.

"Heh …"

Lin Ran caressed her heavy forehead, revealing a complicated smile that was filled with anger and helplessness.

His face was burning.

It was a brilliant red, like a bright red rose