Rong static Gen didn't know that he had offended Wang He Qiu once because of the lonely night white, and once again because of the nonsense mouth of thousands of miles.

at this time, it's already dark. The two words sent in have no effect at all. Rong Jing can't imagine how talented this old Mr. Wang Heqiu is, enough to disdain the great work of Li Bai, the immortal poet.

but she has no time to imagine. If this method doesn't work, she has to think of other ways.

it's the third day of junior high school today. It's only 12 days left from the 15th day. She came...