The leader of the black clothes disdained to spit on the ground, pointing to two panicked young women angrily said: "Shut up to the workers! Otherwise, I don't mind sending this little asshole to the west!"

Ozawa was loved and never hurt by his parents when he was young. At the moment, his hands were gripped with pain, and he struggled to shake his body again, crying loudly.

Yao Wanyin's little arm was grabbed vigorously. At this moment, there was a great deal of red light, which made Yao Wanyin feel sad.

"Mom,..." Save me! I ache!"

Looking at the baby son crying out of breath, Yao Wanyin's heart was...