Xiang Yiqing looked at Xin Xiaoxiao like that, thinking of the news about her family that I saw today, and a hint of sympathy rose in his heart.
‘The old man is so anxious to marry me, who knows if he wants to marry a little wife…’
Suddenly remembered what he said when he went to find her this morning, and then looked at her demo, he smiled irritably, “Little Crow’s Mouth.”
He thought, she probably said what she said in the morning, but she didn’t expect it to be said.
“What are we going to do now? Take her away?”
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