"Well, uncle Xilin, you can have more."

Yan Zheng finished and went upstairs.

"Butong, the struggle is becoming more and more open and lovely. He used to be dead. He didn't say anything to coax him."

Butong nodded, "yes, now it's the nature of struggle. It's very popular."

"thanks to you, otherwise I won't be able to see such a lovely struggle in my life." Moxilin looked at her admiringly.

the corners of Butong's mouth twitch. Ha ha, he is attentive to nothing. He is not a traitor but a thief.

I don't think she's going to Tang poetry for help?

no, she must find a way to know what...