Do I have to pick a date to slap your face?

It was a stack of photos.

"What is this?"

Lin youlin said gloomily.

No one paid her any attention.

Lin Hanxing placed the photos on the White European coffee table with her slender fingers.

His movements were neither fast nor slow.

They were spread out in order.

Lin Jiaojiao's forehead was bleeding, and her eyes were filled with nervousness.

"Mom ... What ... Are those?"

Although he was weak, his eyes were filled with anxiety.

"Heavens!"

At first, Zhong Wan 'er didn't want to pay attention to her, but when mother he's exclamation sounded, Lin Jiaojiao suddenly clenched her wrist.

Even Lin qianlin's expression darkened, let alone mother he.

His eyes were fixed on the photo.

His mind was thinking of something else!

"Lin xiaojiu!"

He zhehan's voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth. He gritted his teeth!

"Little uncle and little aunt, aren't you going to come and admire it?"