"Humph!" Shangguan Huirong hit him coquettishly. He was running in front while Shangguan Huirong chased after him from behind. From time to time, they would hear two silver-bellted laughs and screams. When Shangguan Huirong grabbed hold of his shirt and guffawed, he took the opportunity to hug Shangguan Huirong and walk around. Shangguan Huirong hastily begged for mercy. ... Everything was just memories. Everything pained her heart after she recollected it. Things are different, but things are different. Things start to flow first. You'll get closer to your son, and you'll get old together with him. In a warm milk tea shop, Shangguan Huirong wrote a language written in love and placed it against the wall, which was full of promises. She grinned and mocked him. "You girls like this." "Hmph.
