C1202 Poor Zhang Nebula

Although he said that, Zhang Xingyun couldn't really not go. He was very clear about the temper of the little ancestor. If he didn't go with her, then he probably wouldn't have any peaceful days today.

Ling Xiaohan squeezed into Zhang Xingyun's room as if she wanted to help him pick out some clothes …

"Seeing those stalls in the cupboard