On the verge of widowhood

Bai Qing glanced at Bai Zi: "Then what did you bring?"

Bai Zi smiled slightly, "You have Qingqing by my side, what else do I need to bring?"

Bai Qing was not surprised by this expected answer.

Small scene, don't panic.

The treasures on the field have already started to become unscrupulous. After all, those precious treasures belonging to the museum have to go back after the party.

Soon it was Qiao Que's turn, and Bai Qing was still looking forward to what Qiao Que would come up with.

As a result, Qiao Que took out a shiny little thing. "

Bai Qing narrowed his eyes and touched his face: "Why does that thing look familiar to me..."

Qiao Que glanced at him and showed her eight teeth: "I took the key to Sansan's house——"

Bai Qing: "...I just said it looks familiar?"