Song Yan moved her fingers lightly, and the recording pen made an arc in the air and fell back into her hand. Her posture was relaxed and leisurely, “If you want to think so, I can't help it. After all, you like that pig so much. But being used as a swordsman by a pig... ha!"

"Shut up!" Mrs. Song scolded angrily.

Of course, they didn't really not believe the recorder Song Yan took out, they just wanted to maintain their dignity.

Especially Song Mianmian, she tried ...