"Then there is still a fake." Huacuo patted her chest and promised. "Okay. Then I sing." Yan Murong gritted her teeth and nodded and agreed. Then hesitated to look at Huacuo. "I can't sing the domineering. Can the fresh ones be okay?" "Okay." Huacuo nodded. "In fact, in addition to calling me Xiao Zhang, they also called me the fresh little prince----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------