C1463 The Summoning Altar
The Ancestral Altar.
"What's wrong? Is there a flower on my face?"
Faang Chen chuckled. Jian Wuhong, who was still in shock, suddenly felt that she had lost her composure. Her face was flushed red.
"Why are you here?"
Jian Wuhong's voice was as soft as a mosquito. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Faang Chen directly.
"I heard that you were in danger, so I came