C87 Disillusionment of Thousand Gold Merchant Union

Bai Wanjin listened to everything that Ms. White said. After a moment of thought, he turned his head to look at the others. Mo Wen lowered his head and did not reply. Luo Zhu was constantly using the green bamboo pole to draw something on the ground. Bai Xin'er was like a puppet. It was as though the matter before her had nothing to do with her.

Bai Wanjin helplessly shook his head