"I want to marry you!" Yang Hongling answered silently in her heart. Her expression did not change, but the corners of her mouth curled up with a smile.
"Nothing, I'm just curious."
Without waiting for Zhang Ronghua to speak, he took the initiative to change the topic.
" His Majesty's 66th birthday is in three days. Have you prepared the gift?"
The night wind became colder, and the frequency of the wind blowing became faster. The few stars in the sky were all covered by the dark clouds, and a drizzle fell.
Yang Hongling said again," It changed just like that. It was fine just now, but now it's raining."
She waved her hand.
A golden light rushed out and formed a barrier to protect the two of them, blocking the rain.
"I have some ideas," Zhang Ronghua said.
"Tell me."
