"Is that okay?" He Yijia thought about it and gritted her teeth as if she had made a big decision. "I want to see it." "Good." Han Lingling seemed to write something in the air, and then waved it. He Yijia immediately felt his eyes were cool, as if something had flown into his eyes. He Yijia rubbed his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he heard a shrill scream of fear. There are all kinds of...