"I have to say that your idea is very good." Lin Xuemei nodded.

I don't know the meaning of Lin Xuemei's words. Li Wenlong dares not express himself easily. He also thinks that the other party is laughing at himself. "Sister Lin, don't laugh at me. I can't help it. You know the real reason."

"I didn't laugh at you." Lin Xuemei pulled a bath towel and threw it to Li Wenlong. "You have a good idea, but it's just a bit immature in implementation."

"Yes!" Li Wenlong sighed, "Alas! At that time, it was also suddenly thought of, so casually said, who can think of this Wan Quan An...