C1221 Thirty Years

1221. 30 years.

"Me?"

Ning Qi looked at Wang Lan in shock and pointed at himself.

"Yes, I know that when you return to the family this time, someone has already told you about the agreement my mother made with your mother. However, these agreements seem ridiculous to me now. It is impossible between you and me. In the future, I will become a Creator. And you..