The social media reporter, who was tied up, struggled like a meat worm.
The blocked mouth made a whimpering sound.
&Quot; young master han, young master Lu, young master Qin ... &Quot;
Lin Hanxing's slender fingers pointed upwards, and with her slight movements, she clearly pointed out the identity of everyone present.
His voice was neither fast nor slow.
But it was enough for everyone to listen carefully.
She actually knew the identity of everyone present?
Realizing this, Yuan hou turned to look at Lin Hanxing.
Did young master Lei Xiao investigate it?
Yingluo, listen to me, little Hanxing is not someone you can afford to offend.
Yingluo, let me put it this way. No one who has ever gone against little Hanxing has a good end.
Yan Beichen's words rang in her ears again.
In fact, after the incident with Zhao Dongyang and han mingmei, Yuan hou had vaguely sensed that Lin xiaojiu was not an ordinary person.
When she was facing anyone ...
