Looking across Chai Lao, he fell on the face of the person who spoke.
For a time, no one dared to respond.
Even the person who clamored just now was silent in Alana’s smile.
Like the old rivers and lakes who have been in their position, they have used their instinct to avoid danger in the wind and rain for many years. Who can move and who can not move, they naturally have a steelyard in their hearts.
“Forget it, it’s not your turn now.”
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