A minute later, Zhao Yi stopped roaring, probably because there were too many horror scenes last night, and after experiencing the initial fright, he quickly regained his composure. ‘

This person is all forced.

Walking in front of Uncle Fan, Zhao Yi looked down at Uncle Fan's clear face, tears flowed down uncontrollably, bent down and rolled up the whole human skin, and said with a sob.

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"The Little Husband of the Female President" Chapter 128 Drought? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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