"Please, fans, don't fight. Thank you. Goddess Song Jingwan is very nice, but if you take Little Tang away, we won't agree to it!"
"Where's that guy from earlier gone? Ahhh, I just got a screenshot. He's so handsome, oh my god!"
At this moment, who still remembered Song Jingwan?
After Tang Xinrou finished greeting everyone, she apologized again and quickly stepped out of the camera.
Before she left, Song Yaoyao gave Feng Pei a look.
Her objective was clear: seafood feast.
Feng Pei smiled bitterly. Now, he finally understood the meaning behind Song Yaoyao's words.
It was almost eleven o'clock at night.
It was the most lively time on the island, except for some 'remote' places that were difficult to walk through.
There was a night market on the island. There were many peach blossom trees planted with prayer cards hanging on the trees. As the night wind blew, the prayer cards collided with each other, making a rattling sound.
