How does he look like an uncle?

"Ajan!"

The wine glass in Lin Jiaoyang's hand was spilled when she left. Zhuo Jian had some spots on his body and his sleeves were all wet. He stood up, tore off a tissue and wiped it while frowning unhappily and calling her.

"Take it easy, you two!"

Zhuo Jian said calmly, no matter what he did, he just wanted to leave.

"Zhuo Jian."

Lin Jiaoyang chased her with several strides. The wine glass on the table was hit by his coat and fell to the ground. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.

Zhuo Jian's lower back hit the chair. The chair moved, and she moved with it. She couldn't stand firmly and fell down with the chair.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of me giving you a step but you don't accept it?"

Lin Jiaoyang locked the door and asked.


Chapter completed!