Yao Mengmeng was indignant, absolutely indignant. She had been a thousand-year-old ginseng plant growing on Changbai Mountain, so how had she ended up reincarnated as a three-and-a-half-year-old child? Oh well. She wanted to live another thousand years, so she would eat well, drink well, and have someone to warm her bed. A carefree life needs no explanation, until an emperor of the silver screen with a fortune worth hundreds of millions appeared before her...
“You and I are fated to meet. Come with me!”
Watching tears drip from the man's mouth, Yao Mengmeng exclaimed, “You're not planning to soak me in liquor, are you? Mom, help!”
The person I have a crush on is also named Yao Mengmeng. I love the house as much as the black bird. I give you the best praise.