"old song, you ... you, you, you've misunderstood me!"
on the pure white stone square, qiuzi's vision turned black, and the depression in her chest condensed into a block, unable to be removed.
he didn't want to play this big, but why did this song yang come up with such a bad idea and increase the price by dozens of times?
he had so many resources that he had no use for them? too much money to spend?
where did he get the courage to nod and agree?
qiuzi finally knew what it felt like to cry without tears.
she wished she could turn back time by a few minutes and give herself a good beating.
this was the wealth that he had accumulated over more than ten years on the edge of life and death!
all the losses, their originally poor family became poor, it was really painful!
"maybe ... maybe he's just a paper tiger ..."
" ferocious momentum doesn't mean ... doesn't mean ... sigh! "
