Blue clothes twisted their eyebrows and opened every cell of their body.

Damn it.

She should have thought that Mohist people are not vegetarian. Mojun found her at night, so another person must have found her.

Damn it!

As she was thinking, the black car slowly stopped in front of her, the door was pulled open, and the tall man sank out of the car.

The face of Tsing Yi suddenly turned pale.

For seven years, this man has been as striking as ever.

He is tall and straight, wearing an inky windbreaker, simple and handsome, and his face is still full of bookish spirit. If not for the rage...