When Wan Chengliang came, there were three beautiful women fighting hand in hand, which attracted many people's eyes. The feeling of looking around was really very sour. But when he left, he was pale, like a lost dog, with his head bent against the wall, ignoring the courtesy of the attendants at the club.

After closing the door and clicking the electric lock down, Wan Chengliang breathed a sigh of relief and felt a pain in his left shoulder.

No matter what he did, there was still a scene of Ye Shen's cruelty abolished by three or two strokes. Xiaomin's teeth were still shaking, as if he had just escaped...