"who's his friend?" nie yan snorted and walked into the hall.
master rong, fourth master mo, and tang luo all looked at the little one at the same time.
nie yan was wearing a small ancient costume, which fit her quite well. her long black hair looked very nutritious and shiny, and her pink little face had a bit of anger.
he raised his head and looked at leng rongrong and mo linyuan with a murderous look.
leng rongrong was shocked.
mo linyuan was confused. where did this child come from?"
"this child hasn't been weaned yet, right? where did it come from? it looks a little familiar!" tang luo also looked at nie qian curiously.
nie yan glared back at tang luo, acting childish and fierce.
leng rongrong stood up abruptly,"nie qian?!" why did you shrink? huang 'er, what's going on? is he nie qian?"
"it's me." nie yan tried to make her voice sound lower, but it was still a baby voice.
his face was ashen.
