"Who are you?" Mengmeng asked suddenly.

It doesn't matter if you ask this question, the owner of the Red Hall was terrified with snot and tears: "I'm really wrong, miss, this matter has nothing to do with me, I was invited to be a guest, and I don't know what other people have done. "

When everyone asked about his name, the owner of the red hall trembled in fright, and collapsed on the ground, as if he was touching porcelain.