When Lan Qingcheng received the photo, she was so angry that she was trembling. ‘what did long sijue mean by that?’? ‘It’s one thing for him to send Su Qianxun, that B * tch, flowers, but he actually used a blue flower as a side flower!’!
‘this is simply an insult to her!’!
Right now, she was living on the edge of her seat every day, so she was much more restrained in her actions.
She never expected that elder long, who was already so old, would still be alive after falling down such a high staircase. He was still in a coma even now!
‘If he wakes up, won’t I be in Big Trouble?’!
‘and that B * Tch Long Xiluo, why is she still unwilling to deal with Su Qianxun?’?
Her cell phone rang. It was a call from long aotian. She immediately picked up the call. “Uncle.”
“I’m waiting for you at your door. Come out quickly.”
