Thunder owl's hard and clear carved face was favored by God.
The luxurious dark-colored tailored suit that symbolized civilization could not hide the coldness and alienation in her bones.
Just by standing there, he gave people a strong sense of oppression that made it difficult to breathe!
He walked past the crowd and headed towards Lin Hanxing.
"Have you had enough fun?"
Lei Xiao's words were simple, his noble face devoid of any warmth, but if one listened carefully, it was hard to hide his pampering.
As soon as he finished speaking, his eagle-like eyes glided towards Gong Chen.
The cold aura was intimidating!
Song Zhiyun's heart trembled and his legs went soft when he was swept by such a pair of eyes.
"You're injured?"
Lei Xiao's magnetic and deep voice rang out, so pleasant that it made the women present dizzy.
As he said this, his indifferent eyes were still on song Zhiyun's face.
