C815 Bury Me in My Native Land

"Forget it, forget it." Xiao Moyu smiled bitterly as he saw that Lu Faan's mind did not belong to him.

However, the current Lu Faan had already grasped something. Raising his head to look at Xiao Moyu, his eyes flashed as he asked word by word, "Second Uncle, tell me." What was the purpose of all this? What is it for? "

Hearing the two words Second Uncle