Liao Zongming felt like crying. He felt like he was hit by an arrow even though he was lying down. He had just come to ask if Ye Qianli was leaving, but he didn't expect her to put her hand on his shoulder and get so close to him.
Right now, Rong Mo's uncle's gaze was already about to see a hole in him! What should he do? He was a little flustered. Sob, sob, sob…
However, Ye Qianli did not hear Liao Zongming's voice. After all, her brain was still buzzing. She felt that her background was a little too bizarre.
"Little aunt…"
Liao Zongming really wanted to cry. After all, Rong Mo's uncle had already walked over, and he had yet to confirm his blood relationship with his aunt.
Would he be beaten up?
Sob, sob, sob ...
Liao Zongming watched as Rong Mo walked closer and closer. No matter how he looked at it, Rong Mo seemed to be calm on the surface, but his heart was surging. He then…