Chapitre 388: Chapter 388

His face was also filled with excitement. Snow Hill's lips that were slightly raised toward Chen Meng'er had a bloodthirsty color. 

Chen Meng'er looked at Snow Hill's expression that was determined to win, as if she could step on her like an ant in the next second, could not stop laughing in his heart. She wanted Snow Hill to clearly see who was the one who was stepped on and could not move. 

Snow Hill held a glass of red wine in her hand. She wore high heels, held her head high, puffed out her chest, and walked slowly towards Chen Meng'er like a queen.