He wanted to say more ugly things, but when he opened his mouth, in the quiet corridor, there was a deep voice of men.

"That mole is in the left chest or the right chest, the top or the bottom. Come on, tell me about it."

Before Chinan could respond, a dark shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and the speed reached its peak.

With a click, the wheelchair tumbled down the stairs and finally there was a loud crash.

Huo Qiao picked up Chinan directly.

Chi Nan instinctively held his neck in both hands and felt that his neck was about to be cut off.

Hidden, Chinan can...