Go to the Pharmacist Who Come up to the Door

"Yes, is there a problem?" Yi Qing raised his eyebrows with a provocative look in his eyes.

Xiao Fen really had a problem.

He tried to see if there was any trace of a bun on this face.

Ever since Yi Qing went to his room to draw that portrait that night, he had been constantly pondering about one question — — who was Steamed Bun's father?

He was quite familiar with Sun Xiang, Xu Si, and the others in the village. He had tried to trick them, but their words were the same.

It was that Yi Qing had never been close to anyone. He had indeed been away for a year. When he came back, he had already shown it in his heart. He had never said a word about Steamed Bun's father.

Xiao Bao now understood Yi Qing. He knew that things that she did not want to talk about would be etched into her heart.

But he didn't see anything, and said in a deep voice, "No problem." When can you go? "

"I'm ready. Any time is fine."