"Oh dear, still crying? Miss, have you been bullied? Why not come to our side? We treat women with great tenderness."
Zhang Chaoyang strutted over with his men; he had seen this girl earlier.
So pretty, even Song Moting couldn't take his eyes off her, clearly interested.
Zhang Chaoyang had seen beautiful girls before; he just wanted to challenge Song Moting.
If he could pull Song Moting's people to his side, it would be a slap in the face for Song Moting.
Jiang Xiaoxiao had already wiped away her tears and turned to look at Zhang Chaoyang.
She recognized Zhang Chaoyang; last life, she didn't know Song Moting, but Zhang Chaoyang was the man everyone admired here.
The male god in the hearts of all female educated youths, in truth, many silently loved Zhang Chaoyang.
She used to be one of them, quietly admiring the handsome and carefree Zhang Chaoyang.
Unfortunately, Zhang Chaoyang had never looked her way.
In her previous life, she came here instead of Fang Peizhong.
