Seeing Zhang Na's face, Ye Fan really wanted to slap her to death. Grass mud horse, you said you have the money to pretend to be a force, and you can bear it, but you still fucking pretend to be a force in front of Lao Tzu if you don't have money. I just asked myself what valuable gifts I could come up with, and in the blink of an eye, these gifts have become vulgar, can you fucking have a face? "Everyone, dismantle all your gifts, I want to see how many young and promising people in your provincial capital can...

Chapter 232 of "The Strongest Loser in the City" The broken car is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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