Storm Center (1)
"Three thousand!"
Shu Fanruo sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at Zhu Wuyang in disbelief. ""How many years have you been an emperor in the secular world? You actually married so many concubines. Do you still have time to cultivate? Are you busy marrying concubines every day?"
"Since there are so many concubines, then I want to ask you, is Xin `er your first child? How many children do you have?"
"This ... This ..." Zhu Wuyang was a little hesitant, not knowing if she should say it.
Shu Fanruo vaguely guessed something, and her delicate little face slowly became angry. ""Hurry up and tell me!"
"Not many, just over three thousand." Zhu Wuan felt that his expression at this moment must be very interesting. Shu Fanruo's expression was also very interesting. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all kinds of colors.
The most important thing was that there was a bright green light blooming on Shu Fanruo's head. At least, Shu Fanruo thought so.