Tian Ning Yingben is a joke, but it makes the sensitive little five, his face gloomy.
“Nothing, I will go down first.”
He opened Evelyn’s hand and turned and went out.
“What happened to him?” Tian Ningying did not know that he had lost his words, only strangely asked.
Evelyn sighed with relief, helplessly, “Forget it, nothing, you should rest early. Planting”
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