©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... pression remained unchanged, and he could even be called gentle as he said, "Okay."
Just from that tone, Fu Lang could feel the lift in Fu Shiyan’s voice.
Fu Lang raised his eyebrows, then looked at Jiangli.
Jiangli had already lowered her head, continuing to rummage through a pile of crushed bone.
Her little face was the epitome of calm.
At first, Fu Lang was quite shocked.
But on closer inspection...
Hmm.
This little girl had the ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE































