"Don't worry, Dad. You can't show your shame outside. I know that. I won't tell anyone." Zhao Meisha blurted out.

"Ma," Tang Sinian pushed Zhao Meisha's arm. "What nonsense are you talking about? Poetry just can't have children. How can it be called a domestic clown?"

Zhao Meisha hurriedly covered her mouth, "I'm sorry, I said something wrong, I apologize..."

"no brain!" Don't be late. Don't be late

everyone else follows.

Tang poetry also followed, and the arm was suddenly seized.

"what's the matter, brother?" Tang poetry stopped and looked back at the year of Tang Dynasty.

"poetry," said Tang Sinian in a low voice, "you don't have to sacrifice...