"Zheng! You work with him! You! " In July, Song was shocked by herself. Her eyes shook, and she swept across Mo Zhengyan's face. Then she looked at the kite beside her. It was a trace of gratitude that still existed in her heart, but at that time all disappeared. "You!"

In July of Song Dynasty, it was all arranged.

"Zheng! Why did you do that? Is this a play you played with him?" Song Qiyue asked softly.

"July, listen to me!" Zheng wanted to explain, but he could not!

"You say! I'm listening to you now!" Song July stared at her and asked.

However, the Zheng can't tell that...