While Xiao Jinhan was roaring, Meng Youqin was sitting on the sofa, drinking scented tea quietly.
Although her life had fallen from the sky to the hell and the winter had come, she still maintained her face well. This face was the most powerful weapon for her.
When Xiao Jinzhi calmed down a little, Meng Youqin sneered and said, "Ha, your father is like a violent king. How could he possibly want to see some family? You blamed me for betraying him before. Look at what he did, isn't it disappointing? If he gave me enough sense of security, could I still be with another man?"