In this way, Shengling Yao lived with a fair face.

All night, Qiu Jiayi's eyes were fixed on when the rain would stop outside the window, while our hero was sitting on the sofa and brushing his micro-blog leisurely at the moment.

The more you look at it, the more unpleasant it is. Qiu Jiayi scolded the chapter with her in mind.

If it weren't for handing the kid over to his parents, it might mean a touching meeting between father and daughter.

It's dangerous.

The rest went smoothly, grieving that the kid could not see himself.

It's getting late, and the rain doesn't stop. Qiu Jiayi hangs her head...