- in the courtyard of yun city-
the autumn afternoon sun was thick and warm. jing xingyao walked out of the kitchen, wearing a light-colored thin knitted sweater and an apron. she turned to look at fu qinyuan and asked in a low voice, " are you still watching? "
" there's too much content. i have to study it carefully. "
fu qinyuan only wanted to say that chen wang was ...
he really was a treasure boy.
he actually hid such a thing.
but ...
he would never have thought that a certain someone had been squatting by his wall for a long time and was now waving the shovel and starting to dig at the corner. if it wasn't for this thing being discovered, he wouldn't even know when his wall fell.
actually, when fu qinyuan and jing xingyao returned, song fengwan was already studying the map ...
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