"Ah~ah~" The master tried so hard that he almost reached his head...
Qimai Huihui looked at Lu Xueqi's graceful steps in the air. Shui Mengyu was already intoxicated. She shook Shuiyue's arm and said: Mother, I want sister Xueqi to be my wife and I want to marry her. Shuiyue looked at her son who had just turned nine years old and his head was covered with black lines. Who taught him that he wanted to marry at such a young age?