The Truth Back Then, Prince Consort of Nanzhao (3)

Bai Xiaosheng's gaze landed on Yan Jiuchao's face without blinking, not missing a single expression. However, Yan Jiuchao's expression was very calm from beginning to end, as if Bai Xiaosheng was talking about someone else's business.

"Sigh." Bai Xiaosheng was defeated and put away his folding fan. The little fox was basking in the cool wind when the wind suddenly disappeared. It jumped up and started to grab Bai Xiaosheng's folding fan.