"Ah!" At this moment, Su Qiming felt cool all over. He felt that he was going to die. Looking at Xia Shihan, who had not turned around yet, Su Qiming suddenly knelt down to Xia Shihan. "Poetry Han, cousin is wrong, cousin is very wrong. Please forgive my cousin once!"

Legacy is independent, Xia's poems are delicate and elegant, perfect and flawless. A metre behind her, Su Qiming kneels, like an ancient princess, dignified, dare not approach!

Tang Yu looked at Xia Shihan and waited for her answer. Xia Shihan's decision represented his decision. Then Xia Shihan turned his charming body, looked at Su Qiming kneeling on the ground, and...