C1043 Xuan Qing's Hospitality

In Hao Erde's life, the most painful memory he had was in the teahouse.

He would wake up from his dream at midnight.

If possible, he, Hao Erde, would personally pluck Meng Jiu's head.

Only in this way would he be able to walk out of the shadows.

"City Lord Hao, you seem to hate that Meng Jiu a lot?" Nangong Si said.

Squeezing his eyebrows, Hao Erde wanted to say something but stopped himself