Although the name Han Qiuqiu is not yet well-known, it is still somewhat famous in the world.

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The chef came out of the room and looked a little happy: "The young man drank a bowl of porridge."

Chu Zheng asked: "What kind of porridge?"

"Just...white porridge."

He prepared several kinds of porridge, but he picked the bowl of white porridge.

"Yes." Chu Zheng asked the chef to go down and took Han Qiuqiu in.

Mingxian sat at the table and drank porridge. Han Qiuqiu entered, and his hand placed next to him immediately placed it on the sword.

At first glance, he saw Chu Zheng. He glanced, let go of his hand on the sword, and drooped his head to continue drinking porridge.

Han Qiuqiu's surprised voice sounded: "Mingxian!"

Chu Zheng looked back at her: "Meet?"

Han Qiuqiu blinked innocently: "Isn't it strange to know celebrities in the world?"

"Most of the people who have seen him are dead. Knowing his name may not necessarily recognize him."

Mingxian paused slightly.

He swept towards Chu Zheng with his aftertaste. Chu Zheng stood sideways, looking at Han Qiuqiu, with coldness in his eyebrows and eyes.

Mingxian moved his fingertips, and after a moment, he lowered his head, as if no one else had continued to compete with the bowl of white porridge.

"I've been lucky enough to meet you once." Han Qiuqiu smiled on her pretty face: "Isn't this possible?"
Chapter completed!