He chose to believe them, just holding hands with Mo Yu and smiling. "Well, I hope your faces don’t change as much as the weather forecast."
Ink feather although they don’t understand what Liang Ping is saying, they are laughing very loudly. The misunderstanding has just been clarified. Suddenly, those mercenaries came outside and roared with displeasure. There was even a guy shouting outside, "Listen, people…