The smile on Niuhuang's face froze immediately after hearing the voice from the door.

it seems that there is an air conditioner blowing from the back of the neck.

since Niuhuang is a professional beggar and lives on the street alone, it's a common practice.

but he would rather sleep in the wild for a year than hear Yang Xiao's voice.

it's like the sound that a shovel makes when it's in the concrete. It makes him have a strong illusion. It's a hacksaw that can cut his neck.

in the face of bezoar, Shen Qingwu looks indifferent, but her smile looks like the most beautiful white rose, which blooms...