Ling Hao frowned when he listened to her. He took a look at the people in the hall. Are they not worth it for her? Maybe everyone thinks that Jiang Shih should die at this time, right? Ling Hao coldly raises his lip. What's the truth? Chan'er, don't try to soften their hearts by this method.
"How old were you, Chan beauty?"
Hearing the question Ling Hao threw, Chan'er understood that he wanted to say that the memory of a three-year-old child could not be so clear, and then let everyone think that she was making up a story, right?
"Lord Ling, I wonder if you have any deep memory in your life? It's so deep that after several years, or decades, you have not