Behind the bookshelf, Ning Lingyun stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of her, almost unable to realize it for a moment.

Cheng Yu was pale, almost unbelievably looking at the girl wearing a Chinese veiled hat in front of him. He leaned against the bookshelf in the back, and there was slight anger in his eyes. As a talented person, he was always proud and had never been slapped in front of so many people.

Even the beautiful woman he liked could not do this way. ...