and grasped her hand, as if comforting her not to be afraid.An Xuetang nodded slightly.Jiang Qingyang narrowed his eyes, a dagger already in his hand at some point. As long as anyone in the courtyard...Every time Feng Ming went out of the mansion and strolled around town, she would bring her gifts.

Over the past six months, An Xue Tang has long become accustomed to it.

And every time Feng Ming came back, she brought unusual and interesting things - things that He had never seen before.

Feng Ming, still holding An An, walked to the table and nudged it with her chin. "Open it and see," she said.each other. Both were not good at lying, let alone lying in front of such a clever An Xuetang. They were afraid of being seen through.After An Xuetang left, Feng Ming and Mo Yunjing stood in the court...