Butong smell words, lips slightly pursed, but let bodyguards stop, "enough."

Sun Meili's face was too swollen to see. She leaned weakly on Guo Jiaming.

Butong looked at her and said in a cold voice, "I think every person, even a passer-by, should have the most basic respect for the dead in today's situation. But since I came in, as a bright relative, what you did is not worthy of being a person at all. People are watching in the sky, and the retribution will come sooner or later. So I was born to be a person. Please do something Must be kind.

I will take them away, but it's...