C1793 Thieves from the Palace
"QiuLan, are you messing with me?"
Ling Jingxuan wanted to cry, but had no tears. He could take care of anyone, even his own mother. But he didn't dare to stroke his uncle's tiger whiskers. That was too scary!
Seeing Ling Jingjing's cowardly look, Qiu Lan burst out laughing. What did he mean by 'good friend'? This was what she meant by 'friend'. If she wasn't happy
