In the depths of Liang Pingxin’s mind, it is generally forced to calm down to treat mushrooms as real mushrooms.
"Hoo!" Spit out angry waste gas from your mouth. I walked out of the main entrance of the Heart Inn in the hope of giving some help to those children. Surprisingly, however, the children were no longer as crowded as before, and they didn’t even look at Liang Ping. Chapter…