C73 She Had Ill Intentions Towards Him

Leng Muchen's words were easy to say, but Qin Yaying was sitting in his seat, as if she was sitting on pins and needles. Her palms were sweating. Was she going to play cards now?

She did not even know the mahjong card. She felt that she had just sat down for less than ten minutes before sending him out. She had already lost all her cards.

Leng Muchen, on the other hand