"Poetry congratulates you."

Yueyue's sincere blessing.

"It's much worse than you."

The poem laughed, but then looked at the Song inkstone with a grieving eyes and said, "Who told the master to like you so much?"

Hearing the words, Yueyue hurriedly said, "Where is it?"

"Why, are you dissatisfied with me as the master?" Song Yan reached out and grasped the softness of the poem somewhere, threatening the language.

"People are dissatisfied and they want compensation from their owners."

Poetry adds lips and eyes become hot again.

"If you want to compensate, the owner will make you whole!"

Song Yan gritted his teeth and uttered this sentence, then turned over...