(Wow, less than 2,000 bricks, another season of Yang Bailao, if the bookmates are poor little Ding, take advantage of a few hours to finally throw a few more bricks, otherwise it's really no use.)

Hanzi said with a laugh, "What's so serious? Occasionally, occasionally."

"It's weird to believe you. I really have to go. I'll come back when I have time. Didn't you spoil my foal?

"Sister, you can rest assured that I love my sister and your foal as much as I love my sister and you. How can I spoil it?" The cold son grinned.

"Again, you're not very credible. I'll see if there's anything wrong with...