You are sick.

After a round of argument, Wang Lu's eyes were filled with tears as she stared at Wang Nan with hatred.

If gazes were knives, Wang Nan would have died a thousand times over.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun were watching the fire from the other side of the river. However, Chang Yue had something against Wang Nan. She went forward and pulled Wang Lu, consoling her in a soft voice.

"Chang Yue too. What's she doing at a time like this?" Su Yun said helplessly.

She really needed to change her meddlesome temper.

"Don't you think Wang Lu looks a little weird?" Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"The girls from Nanyang all look like that. Even though he's Chinese, who knows if he's of pure blood. " Su Yun replied,"your skin is dark due to the sun." However, her family was not short of money, so the sunblock should be of the highest quality. It doesn't look like she had black skin, it's probably her natural skin. "

"I said eyes." Zheng Ren said.