Who would cry outside on a big night, couldn't it be the sound of the sea breeze blowing?

Qi Chengan comforted himself, but when he closed his eyes, he heard more and more clearly.

It's definitely a woman's cry, not the sound of the wind.

He silently got up from the bed, then found a stick in the room and held it in his hand.

Two rooms next to each other, one is crying resentfully, and one is patrolling the room vigilantly with a stick, looking a little inexplicably happy.

[Qi Chengan's psychological endurance is really strong, if it were me

"Fake daughter, she went crazy directly! Chapter 38 The terrible cry is being hit by the hand, please wait a moment,

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