C817 Remodeling

Who was the owner of this voice?

Chen Changsheng did not understand, and Xiao Qian did not know any more.

Even Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu could only roughly determine who it was.

"What is to be thought? I don't understand what you're saying. "

The man laughed again. "My brain is my own, I only want what I want to think. How can I say what I should think?"

Grandma Meng shook her head with a smile