C491 Learn about Wang Gong
Lying on the sofa, Chen Fei looked up at the ceiling of Deng Jie's house. Suddenly, he thought of Hai Zi's poem, facing the warm spring flowers on the sea.
In fact, there were many things that got together like a ball of wool, entangled together as much as possible, but it was much easier to find a head in this pile of mess and slowly sort it out.
Chen Fei sighed and closed his eyes. That night
