Rong Xiaoxiao frowned. This voice was so familiar. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was the person who had cursed him for a few days. The person who had locked him up here did not care about him. He was holding a vase in one hand and holding his waist in the other, looking at him mockingly.
"Song... Song Song, let go!" Rong Xiaoxiao took a step back to stabilize himself and pushed himself away from Leng Haofan embrace. He looked at him angrily. This guy had finally returned.
The corner of Leng Haofan's mouth curled up as he passed the vase to the Mi Jing walking over and waved his head to let her leave.
He fished out the long wall and imprisoned Rong Xiaoxiao in his arms. He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly." Little, I missed you. Did you miss me?"
Rong Xiaoxiao struggled to
