"What are you doing?" The pen in Jiang Yingxue's hand shook and almost fell to the ground.

She turned around and saw a young man with very gloomy eyes standing behind her. She was stunned and stared at him with some unresponsiveness. "Where did the gloomy little prince come from, so good-looking?" He said while reaching out and pinching his face.

Po frowned and slapped her hand away. "Why are you crazy?"

When Jiang Yinxue heard this voice, it was wrong. This voice sounded ...