Fan Zhao Yao: “…”
She felt that she might not have enough IQ for a while.
Or she should just pick up the phone in her hand and call the mental hospital so that they can come to Kangkang with very serious patients.
Just looking at the serious face of the little fairy in front of him, Fan Zhaoyao really couldn’t connect her to the mental patient.
Mo Jiang shook his wrist, and the vermilion manicure newly made for the new play was extraordinarily bright: “Oh, you talked so much nonsense with her, can you just prove it? Little Mencius, perform a fetch from the air!”
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