His Message

Li Jianyue made a face at Li Jianqian. However, Li Jianqian ignored her. She felt more aggrieved, came down from Su Qian's arms, and played with Li Mosen. Su Qianci looked at them and smiled.

Dasu was like his father, smart and mature. Although Ersu loved to be spoiled, she was also very sensible. Not comparable to the big Su, but compared to many three-year-olds, she was much smarter.

She checked her watch and it was past two in the afternoon. Su Qianci walked out of the backyard, returned to the bedroom, picked up the phone, and took a photo of the painting to send it to Luo Zhan. The job of searching should of course be left to Luo Zhan.

Just when Su Qianci shot the other side of the necklace, she accidentally discovered that on the back of the necklace, there was a small buckle extremely difficult to find. She lightly gripped it with her fingernail and snap! A small lid was opened, and gray fine powder flew up.