"Xiao Wangying, shut up!" Li Tang said angrily.

Luo Yanan was silent and only looked at Fang Han.

Song Yuya smiled and said, "Wang Ying, you really don't have any pots to carry!"

Wang Ying smiled: "I think it's interesting!... Fang Han, let's talk about it, is Annie Cole really that beautiful?"

"It's not as beautiful as you." Fang Han said.

"Hmph, is it true or false?" Wang Ying smiled. Regardless of whether it is true or false, this sentence sounds very comfortable and happy anyway.

Song Yuya snorted: "You believe this too, Wang Ying, you are so naive!"

Wang Ying smiled and said, "I know Annie Cole is very beautiful, and we are not bad either!"

They are becoming more and more confident. After practicing phoenix dance, they are like wiping pearls, with inexplicable light emitting all over their bodies. Most people will feel inexplicable pressure when standing opposite each other. Many boys are red in front of them and can't speak.

Song Yuya said: "Annie Cole's personality is not very good, right?"

"Not inferior to Li Tang's temper." Fang Han nodded, looked through the rearview mirror, and met Li Tang's gaze. Li Tang turned his head and refused to look at him.

Song Yuya smiled and said, "You can subdue Li Tang, and Annie Cole is fine."

"Your paintings are really sold for more than 10 million yuan, and they can be sold for 80 million yuan in RMB!" Wang Ying asked curiously.

Fang Han said: "Correspondence."

Li Tang said: "You hung two paintings in Sister Shen's gallery, right?"

Fang Han nodded.

Wang Ying hurriedly said, "Didn't you sell it?"

Li Tangheng glanced at her: "How nervous are you?"
Chapter completed!