Prince Zhao’s face was slightly cold, and he cast a cold eye on her. The maid with brown wavy long hair suddenly shrank her neck.
"Young raccoons should not be rude to the general. I still want him." The syren said softly, without hesitation. "It’s …" "What do you want to say by inviting me here?" General Zhao bowed their heads and ate sesame seed cake and asked at the same time "This also don’t have to ask? Of course,…