Mo Yunjing thought of the poison in his body, and when he thought that these people actually wanted to give his elder brother such poison, his face became even darker. He slapped the huanghuali table...Every time Feng Ming went out of the mansion and strolled around town, she would bring her gifts.

Over the past six months, An Xue Tang has long become accustomed to it.

And every time Feng Ming came back, she brought unusual and interesting things - things that He had never seen before.

Feng Ming, still holding An An, walked to the table and nudged it with her chin. "Open it and see," she said.mes back and asks later, if everyone's stories don't match up, then we'll all be exposed."Xiao Zhao, if the Prince asks about our meals and the Young Master's over these past few days, how would you a...