Then Nangong Wumeng was stunned, tilted her head, looking at the young man with enthusiastic eyes.
She remained silent for quite a while.
Nangong Wumeng suddenly burst into laughter, her laugh delightful and proud, laughing until her stomach ached. Indeed, this fellow is nothing like the hero or general others see; he is just a greedy pauper.
Only I know this appearance truly.
Nangong Wumeng skillfully punched Li Guanyi's chest, wiping tears of laughter from the corner of her eye, feeling inexplicably happy:
"Oh dear, isn't this the Great General, Tian Ge'er? The great hero bestowed by heaven, recognizing he's poor at this moment?"
"Before, when you threw away all those belongings, didn't you act very generously?"
"At this moment, you want someone to do your bidding."
Nangong Wumeng smiled happily, her fingers on her chin: "Well, call me 'good sister', and maybe I can promise you."
"Good sister!"
Li Guanyi's voice was like a dragon, full of grandeur.
