Qi Mengya's face was blue and purple, and the pain in her legs made her even more reluctant to see the triumphant face in front of her. Her marriage was that she didn't understand it before, so she refused, and Qi Baiyue got it. She didn't drink this bowl of chicken soup, so Qi Baiyue drank it. The other side came over, clearly to laugh at her! "You go!" Qi Mengya took a hard breath and pointed...