C797 Cheng tianyu's wit

This time, Gu Anning did not struggle, nor did she have the guts to pull out her hand, but the corner of her mouth slightly curved upwards, her gaze following the figures of the two little fellows.

Behind the two of them were a few bodyguards, each holding things like fresh flowers and fruits for their memorial service.

Until a large piece of pine and cypress was neatly and quietly cut