C814 Your Private Jet?

Shen Mengyao stood in the backyard of the villa. Looking at this place that was brimming with the scent of ancient Jiangnan, she suddenly thought she had run into the wrong place.

He looked at Chen Wuyuv and saw that she had already left with big strides and was playing in front. Shen Mengyao held her hands tightly and had mixed feelings.

Chen Wuyuv's words still echoed in Ye Zichen's ears