The man's voice is warm. Yan Ruoxue looks up and sees Chu Yanshen coming. She looks at him in amazement. "How are you here?"

Chu Yanshen held up his voice and said, "I'm crying. My voice is going to break the sky. I'm not here. I'm afraid my tears will flow into a river and flood in the next second."

"Pooh." Yan Ruoxue's tears turned into laughter. She looked at Chu Yanshen and said, "I can't see that you still have humorous cells."

"is it worth crying like this for a bag?" Chu Yan looked at Yan Ruoxue helplessly, holding her hand and squeezing out the crowd. "How many billions...