C192 A Punching Bag Finding Its Own Shortcoming

In comparison, Liang Zhanting was the one who had seen the world the most. He looked at the visiting gift in Ning Qi'er's hand calmly and pointed at the road with his chin slightly raised. "Just put it on the tea table over there."

"It's fine, it's fine." Ning Qi'er forced herself to smile but used a speed that was faster than a rabbit to move to the side of the tea table