Teng folded his arms before his chest, then dropped his head as he wore a frown and said, “Hmm, I have some feelings, but I don’t know what’s going on.”
After saying that, she quickly turned and left with Duan Juan.
Seeing that, she knitted her brows. The purple color had covered Yuan Tianxing’s entire chest, the other shoulder, and his arms. The area below his neck had mostly turned purple.
Lin Wenwen was running on the treadmill using Dong Xinxin’s fat body. Sweat was streaming down her forehead, soaking the hair by her temples while her face was red. She clenched her teeth and gasped for air. Her pace was unhurried and rhythmical. It seemed that she had been running for quite a while.
“Oh, you’ve ordered so much gas. Is there enough room in your space?” Dong Lijia asked her.
