Li beixiao threw the two strands of hair, one long and one short, into the bag and handed it to the flame, so that he could get the results as quickly as possible.
"Attention, stand properly, as if you have no bones!"
Ye qingge heard Huo zhongrao's words when she came out of the bedroom.
She met Huo zhongrao's gaze head-on.
There was an undisguisable reproachful look in her eyes, which meant that she had not taken good care of Mumu.
This man who didn't give her a good look was her big brother.
From the moment she called him big brother, she had been unwilling. There was no reason for her unwillingness.
However, it was to find her, her brother who had been living a poor life for nearly thirty years ...
Ye qingge's eyes on Huo zhongrao fell into li beixiao's.
His chest seemed to be on fire.
Even though there was no definite answer, everything was connected.
But it was very much like Feng Yan's style of doing things. He wanted to marry MeowMeow?
