C57 Anyway It Was All His Fault

Qiao Yihuan was squatting on the Jacaranda mimosifolia tree branch. When he saw Ruan Tang asking Ann Nuoyang to step on his shoulder, he was stunned. The darkness hid the coldness in his eyes.

Trash.

These two words flashed in his heart, but he quickly hid them. Once again, he was as gentle as water. He reached out his hand and grabbed Ann Nuoyang's hand