Yan Zheng focused on the unfinished painting in front of him, and was disturbed by her impatiently. "Oh, I'm so noisy. I'm going to give this painting to my mother. Can you let me finish it?"

Wu Yajuan's hand was frozen with a fruit plate, and her eyes were red.

Kong Yici knew Wu Yajuan's identity, but he said with a smile, "fight, don't be rude to others."

"but she's really noisy. Mother Wu and mother Zhang never quarreled with me when I was so serious. Aunt Yici, would you let her out Yan Zheng frowned.

Kong Yici rubbed his hair and turned to Wu Yajuan and said, "I'm afraid...