"Hmph, I reckon you won't have any maternal glow in twenty years with your tender appearance." Xie Jiuhan curled his lips and raised his hand to scratch the woman's petite nose.
"By the way, did Imperial Concubine Anna invite you to the banquet?" Feng Qing asked.
"Don't worry. If you can go, how can I, the King of Killers, who has always been in the Presidential Manor, not go? I've already told the Imperial Concubine that I will participate in it as Netherworld." Xie Jiuhan said.
Hearing that he was going to attend with this identity, Feng Qing pulled back her two arms from the man's waist and said with a smile, "Oh, then we'll pretend not to know each other at the banquet."
Xie Jiuhan: "???"
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