C139 Mild

When Lin Xi saw Zhang Mingran's shocked expression, she could roughly guess what Zhang Mingran was thinking. After fighting for so many years, he still had the ability to read other's words.

"Don't misunderstand, my grandma isn't like that in Long Dream." As she spoke, Lin Xi took out a photo from her handbag.

It was a group photo. Lin Xi's arm was holding a benevolent old man. At that time