On the verge of widowhood

Yan Tai smiled slightly: "The boss doesn't have to feel restrained, we are just entrusted to come here."

Bai Qing opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

This in itself is a too heavy term, a too heavy past.

Although he did not learn the black and white history well, he would never forget that historic catastrophe. He stood in front of the three of them in a daze.

"The three of us already have our own minds. Since then, we have cultivated human form, and finally reunited after being displaced several times. Now we are committed to the affairs of the entrustment office."

Yan Tai's words seemed to have the magic power to smooth people's hearts: "The boss doesn't have to feel heavy. We didn't protect our compatriots back then, but now we have the confidence to not give an inch."

Bai Qing was keenly aware that something seemed to be happening.