Na Lanqing crouched in front of her with a folding fan in her hand, which reminded her. She looked at it carefully and tut tut-tut. "Belle, don’t worry that adults won’t touch you!"
After all, this is the enemy of Priscilla, and she has no interest in robbing other people’s prey. Of course, making her stupid is another matter. She spared thyme, and despised watching thyme get wet,