C1028 Thousand-year-old Ghost

Just by looking at the three poor students, Sun Lu, I, and Zhang Xi, he was almost beaten up.

"Did you guys really not arrange a wedding for Feng Ping?" I asked.

This time, he just shook his head vigorously.

He didn't ask what had gone wrong, but suddenly leaned in closer to me and lowered his voice again.

"Brother, although this is our second meeting