In the end, Qiao Anyan was uncomfortable in his own territory.

Just now, she had been stirred up by Long Shengde, but now, she was neither standing nor sitting. Looking at her appearance, Long Chen Li extended his hand and patted her small hand gently, showing some relief.

"This is?" Old Master Long was very interested in such a fresh snack. He laughed happily, "Looks like it's very rare!"

"This is Exploding Pulp Persimmon. I heard that you like to ...