Chapter 1810, murder of her husband

at night, Yilin looks at the appearance of Yewei and chuckles.

"Sange, you look like a sailor on a boat, throwing anchors to the shore, you're short of a sailor's clothes!"

"Sange, you roll up your trousers like transplanting rice seedlings!"

Night Wei was laughed at by her: "I don't have a conscience, I didn't come to see you!"

Yilin immediately backed away.

She saw clearly and held a ladder in her hand. The ladder was made of soft rope. It didn't hurt even when it hit people. It was soft, but it was very strong.

Looking up at night, opening a club, fitness...