C229 A farce

Xuanyuan Ao's expression immediately straightened, and he slightly frowned. Ling Jueye, who was walking in her direction, suddenly stopped and narrowed her eyes at Hua Xiangrong's small, pale face, which was still laughing.

"Always talking nonsense." Xuanyuan Ao reached out his hand in displeasure as his slender fingers gently combed through the messy black hair behind her back