lt;Mr. Bao, Mrs. Bao

With Gu Cenduo around, Yan Ji's blade would certainly not harm Yan Jiaojiao. She had just walked to the dining table when her hand was grabbed. The man pressed his voice, "Yan Ji...",She stared at Yanji, so nervous she felt like she was going to crack.,Just as Gu Chenye's fingertips were about to touch her skin on the neck, Yan Ji raised her chin slightly, dodging his hand: "What do you think"。