She had to look at him imploringly and begged him not to do that.

Song Shuhao was completely indifferent to her request for help. He only remembered his sister's tears and his sister's crying.

The more she looked at him, the more he could imagine how pitifully she looked at leaf ink.

Song Shuhao had a cold flash in his eyes and a contemptuous smile on his lips. He asked her, "What is it that makes me feel pure? Didn't you hear that you were very upset? To lure my brother-in-law into ignorance of the southeast and northwest. Come on, give me all your kungfu tonight, so that I can...