Yang Ming patted his head and remembered that this beautiful woman was not Alan, who was very popular in Huaihai two years ago.

Yang Ming really didn't think he would meet a singer in the nunnery, so he smiled and said, "Alan, you are Alan..."

Alan put her hands together and said expressionlessly, "Poor Nepali Huilian..."

Yang Ming thought to herself that the beautiful woman's hairline used the original name, and she didn't know what stimulated her to come here to be a nun.

Huimin opened the door and saw two beautiful nuns lying in bed. Both of them were young and should be under thirty.

Yang Ming asked, "How...