"Raise your head," Jiang huailu said softly.
Her little feet swayed on the chair. Lu huaijiang glanced at her and silently reached out to hold her leg.
It was an insult to the dignity of the Savior!
Old lady Fang looked towards the center of the main hall.
The expression on his face stiffened slightly ...
A child was sitting in the middle of the room.
The child was about four or five years old, and he had an ice-cold, pleasant, and intelligent appearance. She was wearing a small skirt, and her small feet could not help but sway.
There was a young man standing beside her, but he was hidden in the dark and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Lulu ..." The Fang family's eldest young master was suddenly startled, and he looked dazedly at the little girl in front of the hall.
The little girl waved her hand in the air, and a golden scroll appeared.
The Golden Book glowed as if it was filled with some mysterious power.
