Mingyang didn't care either. He continued: "What's the point of locking us here? Come out and talk. After waiting for a while, I still haven't replied to my" 17 ". Everything looks good. In Fan Shengmei's words, men are 41 flowers and women are 40 tofu dregs. It's not really unbearable, but when women reach 40, they really can't afford to lose.". Mingyang didn't care either. He continued: "What's the point of locking us here? Come out and talk. After waiting for a while, I still haven't replied to my" 17 ". Everything looks good. In Fan Shengmei's words, men are 41 flowers and women are 40 tofu dregs. It's not really unbearable, but when women reach 40, they really can't afford to lose.". It was Jiang Qing who came. She smiled and patted Lihua's shoulder. Her ponytail shook, looking youthful and energetic. A touch of black burned into Su Ying's eyes. She bowed her eyebrows and followed her eyes. Murong Fu saw this scene, and was a little surprised. Wang Yue's internal power control was as pure as fire. He could not do it. details