After Lorraine Luo finished speaking, he kept staring at Chu Wei Leng’s face.
Seeing that he was slightly unhappy, he felt a little surprised.
Secretly, she hasn’t said what it is, why does he look like this.
“Msang Gong?” Seeing that Chu Weileng hadn’t responded, Lorraine Luo asked again.
Stretching one’s head is a knife, and shrinking one’s head is also a knife.
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