When Guan Moxin walked to the gate of the police station, the sky had turned gray and white. A muffled thunder thundered in the thick cumulus clouds, and a flash of lightning flashed away, reflecting her pale face. Then a shower ensued, crackling on her face, blurring her vision, and she could no longer tell whether it was rain or tears. She stumbled into the middle of the road and was nearly hit by a car. "Young grandma...

Chapter 150 of "Prisoner of Love" Is there really nothing to hide? I am hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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