Zhao Huai quickly sensed this, stretched out his hand, and the firelight roasted the knuckles red, and the oranges overflowed with a faint charcoal fragrance.

Coldly, he spoke: "Jiang Heng's life and death are unknown, do you know?" ”

Feng Xiaoyu was stunned.

Between the friction of her fingers, she carefully took off the iron scissors on the stove, turned out the hot oranges, and handed them to Zhao Huai.

Lowering her eyes, she said in a light tone: ......

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