Looking at the white beads on his weak face, Mo Fanyan's eyes were slightly cold, and he walked straight forward, squatting down to untie the rope for her.

Steward Zhang's face turned pale, and he scolded directly, "You little brute still don't stop me!" ”

"Steward Zhang!" The corners of Mo Fanyan's mouth hooked up a sneer, and on his palm-sized delicate little face...

Chapter 118 of "The First Proud Poisonous Concubine": No money? (1) I am hitting by hand, please wait for a while,

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