Still that ordinary hotel, still that well-sheltered room, Lawrence is quietly licking the wound, a handsome face, hidden with a twist.

Carelessness, it is too careless, because his carelessness, almost lost his life, of course, also related to the young Song Yan, who would have thought that such a young boy, is a congenital strong man, and has not been affected by decadent incense.

Now, with his injuries, it is difficult to recover without a month's rest, so for the sake of his life, he can no longer personally deal with Song Yan.

"Looks like the only way to kill people is by knife!"

Lawrence muttered and laughed.

Nangong family....