on the edge of the Golden Lake, leaf dust and willows stand side by side.

but compared with the past, the present leaf dust has a slight smile on the corner of its mouth. Instead, it's Liu Xixi. He glances at the leaf dust with a bad look, and snorts directly.

seeing this, ye Chen said with a smile: "Miss Liu, we are our own people in the future. Why are we so angry?"

"how are you? Are you still angry with me?" Liu Xi grumbles out of anger.

looking at the angry Liu Xi, the dust shakes his head, and he doesn't care what Liu Xi thinks.

just now,...