C57 Jiang Murong

The gentle wind blew against Qixiaoduo's face, and the shouts and shouts, and the splashes of oil all did not affect Heechenyu in the slightest.

This was the first time he came to such a dirty market, and the first time he saw such a lively crowd, it was all brought to him by the Qixiaoduo.

He saw what Qixiaoduo wanted to eat, and male chauvinism popped up again