Shen Yian Song Lin

Song Lin's expression looked quite complicated. He rubbed his brow and said, "Twelve thousand two, thirty-two classes.",Song Lin looked at the woman in front of him. Her clear eyes, and her skin that flushed a faint red for a moment, made the freckles on her nose even more vivid.,Song Lin gritted his teeth, a hint of forbearance appearing on his stern face. He covered his head and straightened his body.。