Adam Drake turned around and looked helplessly at Fannie Andrews.
She had changed her appearance again today, with long black hair and bangs. She wore a black turtleneck sweater paired with a red jacket, a super short skirt, black stockings, and ankle boots, exuding a strong sense of second-dimensional charm.
Adam Drake sighed and asked, "Why are you here?"
To be honest, Adam Drake really didn't want to see Fannie Andrews. He couldn't hit her, couldn't scold her, and this girl always seemed to be trying to test his identity.
As the saying goes, "Fear not the thief who steals but the one who is determined to become a thief." With Fannie Andrews' mischievous mind, who knows what she might dig out one day.
Clutching her slim waist, with big eyes staring, she looked angry, like a credito
