C165 For a Split-second Wang Yiyi Controlled Him

"I'm going upstairs," he said.

Wan Jingting raised his eyes and looked at her. The wrinkles on his eyes were folded very deeply. It was a complicated and obscure look, as if he was sizing up a naive high school student.

Tong En, today, was wearing the clothes he had chosen for her. She was wearing a white dress with her hair tied into a ponytail, very pure and beautiful