Ruan Xihan raised his eyes slightly, and his lips showed a trace of irony and impatience. Then he gently raised his hand, bent down and picked up the documents on the ground


    "jealous of you? Ah ~ "


    Ruan Xihan gave a light smile, which was ironic


    "what am I jealous of? Jealous of you picking up my worn-out shoes? Jealous of you Then he turned around, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his deep eyes, "in my eyes, these are worthless junk ~"


    Ruan Xihan''s posture was arrogant, as if he didn''t pay attention to anyone