An Zhaoyao works
Chapter 710
ed them. That man snorted coldly and threw her aside. Precious air filled her nostrils; freedom was so valuable.She took big breaths. The refined-looking man drew his gun from his waist and pointed th...jure himself severely. He could endure the discomfort and alleviate it on his own.Moyao turned to look at him, suppressing his heartache: "We'll be home soon; just hold on a bit longer."Actually, even...