Then, Zhao Junxi also came over.
"In the future, if you're leaving, remember to let me know." So he wouldn't have to look for her everywhere.
"Oh, okay." Rong Qingqing responded quickly with her mouth, but in her heart, she added, annoying.
"What were you all laughing so happily about just now?" Shen Jue naturally reached out and held Rong Qingqing's hand, his gaze falling on her finger adorned with the engagement ring. He curled his lips, showing a faint smile, "The ring suits you."
"We were talking about Fuwa's matters." Rong Qingqing flaunted her finger, raising her brows, "I was born with a life of riches, naturally suited to wear such wealthy items, of course, it suits me."
As Rong Qingqing was speaking, suddenly, someone emerged from the shadows, and called her name in a hoarse voice.
"Qingqing."
As intimate as yesterday.
Rong Qingqing furrowed her brows.
