Chapter 9

Wei Xin walked for 5 minutes. Zhang Hao came down from the second floor, "Ziheng, I'm going to paint in Taolin. I'll come back in the evening. Don't wait for me."

"I know, really, I've walked one after another." He rolled his eyes.

"Who else? Xin'er?" Zhang Hao picked up the drawing board.

"Ye-huh, it hasn't been long since I went out."

"Oh, then I'll go out!"

"Ye-huh."

Heng was about to go back to the room, but he accidentally saw a piece of paper on the ground. I didn't have it just now.

He picked it up, which was her Wei Xin's beautiful handwriting.

"Go to Taolin tomorrow..." Heng Nian. Wait, Hao, aren't you going too?"

He remembered what Wei Xin said just now, "Really? The true son of heaven? Ha ha, this girl, so nervous, it turned out that she went to meet her... Wait, Hao, she has begun to help Wei Xin recover her memory. They have long been doomed. "Heng's IQ of 200 is not in vain, and it will be inferred so quickly. Ha ha.