C559 Thirty-two Years.

Lu Yuanxi frowned. She took out the folding fan that she had been keeping close to him and told Leng Manyou, “Leng An, come out.”

Leng Manyou pursed his lips. For the first time, he did not move.

Lu Yuanxi did not waste time talking to him. She reached out and lifted Leng Manyou’s left arm, opening his sleeve.

Then, she pressed the switch on the fan and cut a wound on her left arm!

However