With the goal of struggle and pursuit, Song Yan's whole people feel free.

"Come here, you!"

Song Yan sat up on the grass, then cautiously peeped into the distance to beckon to his maid dressed girl.

"You... What do you want to do?

The little maid's face flashed with alarm and subconsciously retreated.

"Stop! Come here! " Song Yanleng drinks.

"Yes!"

The little maids were almost frightened and cried, and cowered to the front.

"I ask you, who is in charge of the city hall?" Song Yan asked.

"I... I don't know."

The little maid finally burst into tears.

"Nonsense, how can you not know, there is no crying, crying...