Lin Hanxing raised his hand and pointed at the reporter.
The mute uncle walked up silently and removed the cloth covering the other party's mouth.
The Tibetan Mastiffs that were crouching on both sides of Lin Hanxing trembled in fear when they heard a loud howl.
The demonic sound pierced his ears!
“……”
“……”
“……”
It wasn't easy for a man to cry in such a fresh and refined way!
Half a minute passed ...
A minute passed ...
A minute and a half passed ...
"Shut up!"
Seeing that the reporters had no intention of giving up, seven to eight voices rang out at the same time!
It was deafening!
"Burp ..."
The reporter was so frightened that he swallowed the cry that was on the tip of his tongue.
Her red and swollen eyes scanned the angry faces around her, and finally settled on Lin Hanxing, who had been calm and relaxed from the beginning to the end.
"I was going to take a picture of you ..."
