C1151 Young Master He You're No Different from That Toothpick

Traces?

Sheng Xifang wrapped his arm around her waist and lowered his head to look at the faint red mark on the V-collar of the bathrobe.

His eyes instantly darkened.

"I'm lying? If there really is a relationship between the two of us and I don't know anything... This can only prove that Young Master He... is also a toothpick? If I go to the police station to sue you