"Well, my dear girl, almost everyone is here. If you see which one is pleasing to your eye, you will be recruited as Dantong. Dad has some important matters."

On the high platform, the young man glanced at everyone indifferently, as if the sky was looking at the ants, his eyes showed no emotion at all, but when he turned his head to speak to Xie Youlan, there was a hint of doting on his face.

For his race, it is extremely difficult to give birth to offspring. Over the past eight thousand years, he has only given birth to three sons, and Xieyoulan is the crystallization of his hard work a hundred years ago. Treat it like a jewel in your palm.