"What should come will come after all, it's useless to hide, speechless."

After Master Ran finished speaking, he recited Amitabha Buddha and left.

Zhong Qinghe looked at the monks who stayed behind and did not follow Master Ran, and his heart was clear.

"You're speechless?"

Wordless nodded, acknowledging his identity.

"You should know why I'm here, right?"

Zhong Qinghe found a chair and sat down, looking at the expressionless face, Zhong Qinghe thought to himself that this was probably a person who was not easy to break.

"Miss Luo asked you to come, right?"

Speechless and expressionless, but there were fluctuations in his eyes.

"Miss Luo is eighteen years old

Chapter 82 of "The Pretty Matchmaker of the Peasant Gate" The old case is being played in hand, please wait a while,

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