Danxuan hummed softly, turned her head, and said impatiently, "What are you doing here if you don't embroider well in your boudoir? Your father didn't say that just now. There are many crises in the ice stamp.

This time, it was Liu Bingru's turn to be surprised. She stayed for a while and said, "You, how do you know he's my father?"

Danxuan smiled calmly, but he was silent. On the other hand, Yuan Sanlang, who had been in a fog, finally realized that he was looking at the appearance of the peach cheeks with flour like Liu Ice Rui and the Liucheng River on the high platform. He could...