Lu Ye rubbed his forehead.
He was a little tired.
But at this point, if he was stumped by this question and could not get a wife, Lu Ye would probably fly into a rage.
At this moment, Mei Lang, who had always been quiet and did not have a high sense of presence, suddenly said, “The opposite shore of the dual-sheng.”
Lu Ye turned his head to look at him.
Everyone also looked at Mei Lang.
