"There's no time to be depressed." Picking up the bamboo bookmark and sandwiching it in the book, Zhou Li smiled bitterly.

Seeing Lin Song sitting down opposite him, he smiled again:

"You seem to have been angry."

"It's going to be the New Year's Day, if they are serious and angry, they take it seriously, and this year will not be good."

Lin Song said, smiling gently.

Zhou Li poured up, picked up the small pot on the stove, and took out a white porcelain cup from the kiln, and poured it for Lin Song.

The tea soup is green

Chapter 168 of "The Strength of the Red Mansion is Like a Song" There are no eggs under the nest I am hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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