After Zhao Kuo left, this Simu Xiong sat quietly on the sofa, his face wrinkled as if he were thinking about something.
Next to it stood the lean old man with a knife, who was by Nastuxiong from beginning to end.
"Deng Lao, what do you think of...
After Zhao Kuo left, this Simu Xiong sat quietly on the sofa, his face wrinkled as if he were thinking about something.
Next to it stood the lean old man with a knife, who was by Nastuxiong from beginning to end.
"Deng Lao, what do you think of...