C905 True God!

"Miss Tang is really a god!"

Tang Qingge, the god, sat on a rattan chair at the side and concentrated on folding the seventy-ninth paper crane. The basket beside her was already filled with a pile of colorful paper cranes.

Tian Meng was amazed, "Ms Tang, why did you fold so many paper cranes?"

Tang Qingge did not even raise her head and her white fingers seriously folded the paper cranes