Chapter 1489

e crowd of "paintings"...Yin Panpan thought for a moment, and suddenly an image of an old Shanghai painting that used to hang on the wall from her childhood appeared in her mind. She was inspired.Look... Even the motion of wiping away her tears had become gentle.The crowd of onlookers around us grew larger and larger."My friends around me have all used Qingyan's products and said they work well. How...