After more than twenty years as a rogue, Yang Fei had the idea of turning over a new leaf for the first time.
When the girls saw Yang Fei, their expressions varied.
Su Yinxue looked at him calmly, like a snow lotus, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
Xiao Xuanya, in a silk red dress, wrapped her devilish figure and leaned against the side of the sofa.
She held a thick complete works of Shakespeare and, with her gaze floating, threw a seductive glance at Yang Fei.
Liang Jiayi adjusted her frameless crystal glasses and smiled sweetly at Yang Fei, "Yang Fei, we meet again."
Only Feng Cai'er pouted angrily, turning her body away and not even looking at him.
Dan Dan, behind Yang Fei, looked foolishly at the group of women, suddenly shouted, flipped somersaults three or four times in the air, then knelt straight in front of Yang Fei.
