He Yanshen took a step forward, childishly slapped away the chrysanthemum in He Mingsong's hand, and stepped on it viciously:

"My mom never liked chrysanthemums, don't disgust her with this thing. If you don't have a face, I'll give you face.

He Mingsong, to be honest, if I were you, I would have become a monk a long time ago, no matter how bad it is, at least I won't have the face to appear here. ”

He Mingsong, a big man, was pale when he said it

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