Chapter 1783

et rid of most. Isn't it just to make money by sharpening their heads" < br > Song Wanting looked at Ye Chen and said seriously, "Mr. Ye, you're not trying to make money!" You don't seem to care about... you a thousand yuan and get out of here " < br > "Grass mud horse, don't give face!" The head of the bodyguard glared at him and shouted coldly to the men around him: "call me!" Beat to the death! "...