"You can't imagine it!" Unexpectedly, Qing E rebuffed Chen Jiu's expectations.

"My predecessor, she doesn't mean what she says!" Chen Jiu immediately filed a Black-faced complaint.

"Chen Jiu, I promise my predecessors to inherit the descendants of the prison guards, but I don't have to be with you, do I?" In the eyes of two men, Qing'e could not help being complacent.

Hum, how easy is it for you to work together to figure me out? Can anyone stain my innocence?

"Little girl, this young man..." The devil forgot his feelings, which was to say a good word for Chen Jiu immediately.

"Senior generation, you don't have to say any...