First Era, Dragon Lo

His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.,"Really" Lingling's eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something and frowned. "But... we don't have any money. We don't want Dad and Mom to fight.",Zhong Jiawei held a bag in her hand, from which wafted a faint fragrance.。