ists, if the four girls don't have their own ideas, there's nothing Ah Tang can do.Thinking about this, Feng Ming didn't want to argue with An Xue Tang, so he sighed at the moment, "Forget it, my brot..."!"

The emperor, upon hearing Mo Yunjing's words, felt his blood boil like scalding water, an unbearable rage coursing through him to the very tips of his fingers.

Threatsurprisingly calm. She simply leaned her body towards Duke Anle, getting close to his ear and whispered with all her might:"My Lord, have you considered what Ye sir might need If not, perhaps today my...