C1287 The Lord Is a Saintly Man

The air suddenly became quiet.

Ann Wuyang was still safe in Jiang Yong's arms. He stared at Jiang Yong's handsome face with melancholy.

Suddenly, he choked, "God Sovereign, don't you think I'm bad with words? If you don't take the initiative to chat with me, aren't you afraid that I'll be chased away by those talkative people? "

Jiang Yong: "..."

Ann Wuyang sobbed