The person Li Jianqing was holding hands with was the somewhat cold-faced Leng Qing.
Li Xianglu frowned and looked over; although Leng Qing had a cold expression, her other tightly clasped hand betrayed her nervous heart.
Iro's face was pale as she looked at the two, her mouth trembling as she tried to speak, but she couldn't say anything for a long time.
Li Jianqing pulled Leng Qing forward and introduced, "I've been saying that I have someone already, you didn't believe it. Look here, this is Leng Qing. We like each other and are already discussing marriage."
Standing up, Iro's body trembled in disbelief, "Jianqing, how could you, how could you?"
How could what? Have someone? Everyone present had complex expressions on their faces.
