he future will be slim. 。I believe that what I give you, the East China Foundry Association cannot give. 。“ Grandpa Duan, thank you again,” 。But I really can't 。I know how precious what you can give...Lan Buzi stood beside the competition stage, her face grim. She didn't go to the rest room today; she didn't want to see that person at all, let alone talk to him. 。For some reason, she, who was always very well-mannered, would lose control of her temper whenever she faced that person. 。

Lan Buzi cursed someone viciously in his heart.

"Achoo!" In the resting area, Tang Wulin sneezed and rubbed his nose helplessly, looking out. 。This is someone cursing themselves! When one's spiritual cultivation reaches a certain level, they will have a sort of subconscious awareness of things related to themselves. 。The Thousand-Year Terrace Pavilion was sitting on a sofa across from him, much farther away, with his eyes closed in meditation. 。sources were incredibly well-connected; although he was out on business that day, he had already heard the news. 。"Yes, that one." 。I didn't really mean to choose him as my husband, I was just joking....