Yaoyao struggled restlessly in Leng Haofeng's suppressing arms.
"Haofeng, why are you flirting with a man on the street? It's really incompetent..." Princess Pingting said half of her words.
When he looked at Yaoyao's face again, his mouth opened slightly into an O shape, and he temporarily swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Princess Pingting pointed at Yaoyao in surprise and said to Leng Haofeng: "Isn't this Nangong Yaoyao? Why..."
Leng Haofeng glanced at Yaoyao calmly, then turned his eyes to Princess Pingting, smiled casually and said, "My wife and I are shopping together, Princess, is there anything wrong with me?"
"Nangong Yaoyao, why do you need to dress so unisexly when going shopping?" Princess Pingting obviously had a strong opinion of Yaoyao, and she snorted coldly from her nose.
Leng Haofeng's face was a little uncomfortable. He never expected that the princess would say it so straightforwardly.
"Princess doesn't need to worry about what my wife will wear!" Leng Haofeng's voice was cold and dissatisfied, clearly protecting Yaoyao.
"Haofeng, what you said is wrong! Nangong Yaoyao is now the young mistress of the Leng family. It is always inappropriate for people to see this image!" Princess Pingting said bravely,
Leng Haofeng didn't answer and glanced at Princess Pingting coldly, his eyebrows slightly tangled.
"What's wrong?" Yaoyao raised her eyebrows, spoke lightly, and asked Princess Pingting,