The voice of Qingyue was full of anger, and the eyes of light color flashed through a shadow.

"No, it's not. He won't."

Mu Chudi naturally defended Huo Miao.

Even then, Hawthorne was full of murder and almost strangled her.

Kemu Chudi is so firm that he can't kill her.

It's a trust that goes deep into the bone marrow.

With confidence in her fundus, Shen Jingchuan's face sank and his eyes became more obscure.

"But that's not what the doctor said. It's only a minute short. If Van Gogh is a minute late, you're now a cold corpse."

Unlike Mu Chudi, Shen Jingchuan had no trust in Huo Miao....