The eyes of Lao Zhao and Lao Lu instantly fell on Feng Xiyue.
She stood next to a group of old people, her young cheeks were white and rosy, her eyes were bent with a smile, she was wearing a pink bow and a small pink skirt.
really cute.
But...she is so young, can she be cured?
Both of them were a little skeptical.
After a moment of silence, Lao Zhao tugged on Lao Lu's sleeve.
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