He came here only once when he was ten years old and couldn't remember the situation inside at all, but he remembered the serious and dull atmosphere of the main house, which he didn't like very much.
Sang Zhilin thought and rubbed the phoenix again.
After a while, he suddenly reached out and poked Qingwei, who was wrapped around his wrist as a bracelet.
Qingwei didn't even move, and asked lazily, "What?"
"Did you hear what the Patriarch and Patriarch Mo were talking about in the morning?"
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