Wu Ling was amused by his trembling voice, giggling uncontrollably with a sound like "ga ga." Her little mouth kept giggling, her laughter so infectious that she was about to cry from it.,After saying that, he stopped looking at Panzi's expression. He leaned back in his chair, a glass of liquor between his lips, and downed the nearly two ounces of 56-degree baijiu in one gulp.,That expression, that was one blissful, one wickedly charming.。