"Haha! Good boy!" Puyang Yunkong was happier. He smoothly pinched his cold chin and said dotingly, "Can we live another hundred and eighty years? That's not an old goblin?"

In the laughing room, Mu Yunfan also returned home and said hello to the cold: "Is the cold coming?"

"Hmm!" Cold agreed, and there was a gentle sigh in his eyes. Since Kang Xiaocan left, the older man who was not so lively was more silent. Every day, besides working, he was alone. The lonely and lonely look made people feel distressed uncontrollably.

Leng Bing also said to Mu Yunzhuo that he should persuade this brother, but Mu Yunzhuo knew that...