"Hmm." Zhou Fusheng's cold eyes were shattered, as cold as falling into an ice cave.

"You don't need that."

Song Jingyu sighed lightly, but found that the exhaled breath could already turn into white mist, and she thought to herself that the weather had really become colder.

"I didn't think of anything else. ......

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