Qiao Yingzhe looked at the old clock on the table, but this thing was not Yecheng, so he could not promise, but then thought, anyway, this thing has accumulated ash, and no one wants it, simply to deal with it, but also to do a human relationship along the river, so it is only a few seconds of hesitation, the clock belongs to Qiao Yingzhe.

Privately speaking, Qiao Yingzhe took out the toys Ye Cheng brought back from the black market. These days, he shut himself up in his hotel room and devoted himself to his study alone. He also made two corners, but not to mention a little change,...