Mu LiuNian and Nie Mingyu are behind Ning Zhiyuan, who is full of low air pressure. That sense of oppression makes them miserable.

two people look at each other and see the same wry smile in each other's eyes.

Nie Mingyu murmured, "we can't follow in fleeting years, can we? I feel sorry... "

"yes." Mu LiuNian replied with a drooping handsome face, but what else could he do if he didn't follow him? He thought about it and said to Nie Mingyu, "otherwise, we can shout loudly. Maybe the little beauty heard it in that corner and ran out."

"you can have this. Come on, you shout first, and...