C1120 This Disciple of the Demonic Cultivator

"You like Wei Youliang."

Just when Jian Nian thought that he was going to stare back at him, Rong Wenshu finally spoke.

It was just that the voice did not sound emotional, it was more cold.

The cold was bone-piercing.

Jian Nian didn't seem to care at all. He nodded and said, "This is not a secret. Didn't you know about it in the past?"

Hearing Jian Nian's reply