Wang Tang, a girl sitting in the first row of the class, is short, with a doll's head and doesn't like to talk much.

Xie Zhiliang couldn't remember her face clearly, and he didn't remember much of the past. I only remember that I helped her carry the milk from the dormitory, and when she walked in front, she always followed behind with her head down, and when the sun was shining from behind, her shadow would fall in front of her.

He thought it was ......

Chapter 250 of "The Old King Xie Tang Qianyan" A natural businessman is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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