"In fact, she also has pains."

When Ye Xiaodao waved his right fist and Yizheng Yan chastised Yue Zitong, Qin Laoqi suddenly changed his face. The benevolent index on his face was 100,000 times higher than that of a Taoist monk.

The teacher's inconsistency made Ye Xiaodao very confused, holding his right hand stiff in the air and half-open his mouth as if he had just eaten a piece of shit.

Looking at him like this, Qin Laoqi's eyebrows wrinkled again: "Why, am I wrong?"

Ye Xiaodao woke up like a dream and said with a smiling face, "Of course, what you said by the old man is very, no,...