Li Yuan.
Too lazy to listen to the old guys flipping through the flowers to praise her, Alana took the people back home from the Yuan Group directly after a brief speech on routine business.
“Oh? Song Jiyun agreed?”
With a click, Alana expressionlessly cut off the budding white roses that he had selected in the flower garden.
The Tibetan Mastiff A Zuo had a basket tied with a bow on top of his furry head. Hearing the sound, he quickly raised his head and automatically sent the basket to Alana. By the way, he arrogantly swung towards the Tibetan Mastiff A You.
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