"Seeing that you are quite poor, I will regard this as a gift from me."

You are sure you want to express that I am poor, not that you are poor.

Su Ran took the paper and there was still a painting on it, which was Han Qingshu's warehouse.

The warehouse above looked like it was real, like the black umbrella I saw before, it was sealed in the painting.

Immediately, Su Ran's eyes moved slightly, "Where did you come from this painting?"

“Picked up.”

I believe you, you pick it up. If you can pick it up, I will eat it directly.

"Really, if you don't believe it, follow me and I'll take you to pick it up."

"Okay, I'll follow you."

Jiu Yi smiled and reached out, "What about what I want."

Su Ran is still very good at memory. Just simple amnesia, so Su Ran is naturally no problem.

However, when Su Ran pointed his fingers on Jiu Yi's eyebrows, he discovered it.
Chapter completed!