C839 On This Matter

Halfway up the stairs, a mother Sang, whose face was smeared with half a kilogram of powder, came up to stop Bai Yutang, "This master is really nice, doesn't he seem to not come to our South Wind Hall often in the past?"

Bai Yutang looked at the white face and red lips in front of her as she felt a chill in her heart. She threw her head back and followed Zheng Yu's direction with her eyes