Bailu Fei had a headache as he watched the person in front of him jump up and down, and felt his temples throbbing. "Oh, little ancestor, if you smash the vase, just smash the vase, don't prick your hand..."
Tang Mingtang's smile suddenly stopped. He stood with his hands down and looked sideways. Qin Huan was standing not far away, with the sunset behind her. She was the third kind of stunning beauty besides the beauty of the sky. At this moment, she looked at the visitor with a smile, as if she had absorbed thousands of elegance. Tang Mingtang thought for a while, then happily rushed over...