He spoke, casting a fierce glance with his large eyes at that sluggish phoenix-like voice, as a form of warning.
In autumn, he noticed no movement, and he glanced at the phoenix tea's voice drenched in sweat in front of him, finding it hard to articulate these strong people. Moreover, this time when the tea phoenix's voice came, he couldn't tell any difference between saying it or not, so how did I agree?
Generosity is difficult, but Ye Feng's voice should not dampen their spirits, so they would have a few people in the room.
Qiu Yun still looked at Ye Fengsheng's voice like a thief, afraid he would succeed by accident. Yet, in autumn, he just smiled silently at Ye Fengsheng's voice. The more he looked satisfied, the more he was satisfied, he looked satisfied as if he were his future son-in-law.
