Seeing Han Wentao's miserable appearance, Su Xiaoxiao pursed her mouth and didn't step forward.

Han Wentao rubbed the blood flowing to his chin with his fingertips, stared at the initiator not far away, "you hit me? Are you a woman? Rude and uncivilized! "

"a man who promises to stand up for others while pretending to do so is no better." Su Xiaoxiao approached Han Wentao step by step, "you don't wonder why I know so much about Tao Ling? Have you ever thought about... "

"is Tao Ling still alive? She's just imprisoned by you! " In fact, this is Han Wentao's wish. He knows that Tao Ling has...