Hua Ayaluo dismissed the bodyguards in the house, and as she walked, she picked up a pen that was placed on the table.

His dark, cold eyes looked around nonchalantly.

One, two, three...... Heh, I really don't know why Mo Qingyan's woman installed so many cameras and monitors.

The pen holder slides across the white and smooth wall, emitting a crisp and smooth friction sound, which is equivalent to infinite amplification and resonance in a quiet and empty space.

Extraordinarily harsh...... It's even frightening.

As he walked, he held a pen and scratched the wall, and his voice was gloomy, like a devil from hell, crying out in the shadows......

"The price of durian in the city has been raised by Mo Shao's kneeling" Chapter 227 I only have one chance I am hitting it with my hand, please wait a moment,

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