C65 Dafu Temple
In the carriage.
When Zhao Lanjian thought of the Jiang siblings, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Dark Seven closed his eyes, but when he heard the prince's laughter, he also did not go to see. For some reason, he felt that the Third Miss was rather interesting.
"How long till we get there?" Zhao Lanjian withdrew his smile, his face returned to its normal state