Murong Qingpiao pouted: “Prince, your noble identity is also reasonable, this umbrella is my fancy.”
“You didn’t say you want to buy.” Lu Fangying first said to buy.
The woman dared to rob him, but she wanted to get the umbrella to get in touch with him. I was afraid that it wouldn’t be pulled in the future.
“I’m holding it and didn’t say no.” Murong Qingli tilted his face, proud.
Lu Fenying looked at the shopkeeper with a stern eye: “Which thing is yours, to whom?”
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