"nonsense?" Ouyang didn't mean to leave at all. Instead, he went back to the sofa and sat down, looked up at Xue Dehai, who was panicking, and continued to speak.

"after her death, the poor woman was rushed to the Qing garden. Was she buried? Or was it thrown down the cliff? No one knows, and that child, no one knows, where to go! "

"Ouyang freehand brushwork, have you said enough?!" Xue Dehai felt confused in his mind, stroking the back of the sofa and pressing his chest.

"no, I haven't said enough!" Ouyang freehand laughs, "ha ha, Xue Dehai, you have today, and you have been caught by...