C1032 Homologous Root

"Your things?"

Su Yuanqi sneered.

"You really know how to joke, big sister. How can this be yours?"

When Su Muying was completely caught off guard after she finished speaking.

With one hand, he snatched the purple brocade bag from her grasp.

Su Muying could only watch as the ribbon quietly disappeared from her palm.

Leave.

Su Muying was also speechless.

"There are snow lotuses here