"No." Qu Jin said without thinking.

"not necessarily." Although Fu Sizhe also knew his brother's bad temper, no one could do anything about him, let alone a silly, white and sweet little flower maniac, but he always had a feeling that this girl was not simple, otherwise it would be impossible to follow him for a day, and he didn't get rid of her. Several times, he lost her, and didn't know how to come out again.

Fu Sizhe is depressed and speechless.

I look at the girl in front of me with disdain.

"Si Yan, I'm old Wang, and Siyue is my granddaughter." This is from the other end...