Thirteen looked serious. The fluttering cat flashed into the room at his waist. Then he quickly retreated. His face was ugly. He had done so many tasks. Today, he made enough mistakes to drink a pot. He retreated to Yezimo. Thirteen whispered, "The other party found it."

The man walked out with his face covered and his head firmly held by a gun. Let me go! Otherwise I'll kill the child."

Yan Qingyan watched the hand of a man holding a pistol trembling in the dark. He could not die here. He could not let wine and wine hang up in front of Xia Yihan.

"What's wrong with reading ink?"...