"My little prince, your uncle Di Xin has long kicked the bucket. After his death, people called him King Shang Zhou. The wine pools and forests of plum trees have long been filled in. This toilet, no matter how beautiful it looks, is still a chamber pot, catching only feces and urine!",Su Jin Heng crossed his arms, holding a child in one hand. His long figure strode out of the large bathroom with a dignified and elegant gait.,Su Jin Heng threw the child onto the bed and said seriously:。