On the verge of widowhood

Even though Bai Qing knew that Yu Yu's space was not as large as the one hundred or so square meters that the storefront looked at, there were millions of books in the virtual space, and there was also a wine cellar.

But he really didn't know what Feng Nu said.

When Hu Luoluo opened the door and came in, she just heard this and clicked her tongue, but didn't say anything, ran into the wine cellar, picked up a bottle, and threw it on the table in front of Feng Nu unceremoniously.

Qiao Que tidied up the bookshelf carefully,

There were no human beings in the store on weekends, so he casually used spells to pull books out of the bookshelf, tidy them up in a gesture of shuffling mahjong tiles, and stuff them back into the bookshelf.

But in fact, it is unnecessary, the Yan family put the return of things in place spell on the book, and the book that has not been turned over for a few hours will fly back to the shelf by itself.

Bai Qing curled her lips and knew that Qiao Que just didn't want to face Feng Nu, so she had nothing to do.