Ye Beicheng nodded timidly, and his soul had already learnt.

Two women walking in the street, waving aimlessly without saying a word, Yin Mo saw that Jingya had lost her soul, and pushed her arm: "Hey, what's the stupor?"

Quietly and embarrassingly shook his head: "No."

"Was it like drinking a large pot of sour plum soup when I saw my ex-husband with other women?"

"Don't talk nonsense, nothing."

"You should stop talking hard, huh!" Yin Moring snorted: "This damn Yebei City, hundreds of good KFC, why come with us to the same house, so that I have not even filled the teeth, pit daddy!"

She couldn't help complaining, and...