C167 Love Pet War

Such a phrase popped up in Wang Hong's mind. 'The clear water gives rise to hibiscus, and the natural sculpture gives rise to it.'

"Wanwan, you're probably God's favorite." Wang Hong, who was driving, couldn't help but sigh as she looked at Tang Wanwan.

"No, I am the beloved child of Buddha. Asians don't believe in God," Tang Wanwan retorted in all seriousness