"Xiaoting, I'm sorry. I was so damned just now." Lin Hao said in distress, glancing at the hand that broke the flowerpot secretly. The flowerpot is broken, but the hands are not changed except for a little dirty, and they are not even red. Shit! Why didn't you leave any blood? It seems that the strength is strong, but there are also bad places. At least the implementation of the bitter meat timing cannot go on smoothly.

"you don't have to talk about it. Are you OK with your hands? Do you want to bandage it? " Fang Ya holds Lin Hao's hand carefully and breathes nervously. Where can I...