Wen Qiao's grasp is really tight, so tight that Wen Ying can't break free and can't get rid of it.

In the end, she was really anxious, pushed Wen Qiao's hand away, and raised her eyes to meet a pair of stunned eyebrows.

"Sister Qiao, how can I be the master of the eldest prince."

Wen Qiao would not be anxious with her, but there was a look of crying on his face: "You go and talk about it, don't you try......

Chapter 122 of "Luring into the Spring Box" His prejudice is being hit in his hand, please wait a moment,

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