"Yan An stood up, Rong Zhimian held Yan An, why did he sit back down again? What did they say?"
Jiang Muyao was so itchy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, wishing he could rush forward directly.
"Go up and have a look."
Jiang Muyao hesitated: "Asher Yan called Rong Zhimian away alone. Obviously he didn't want us to hear. Come up..."
"Then you stay here."
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