C1767 Zhao Dajian Is Dead

He used to be very good at talking, and he spoke very decently.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I seemed to have finally made up my mind. I secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

It was as if he had doubts about what I was doing tonight, but he couldn't be sure of anything, and there were half a million temptations in front of him