Fu Yan Huo Ming Zhen

Fu Hanlin was silent for a few seconds, then let out an "um" and hung up the phone.,"What did he do" He wiped his hair, sat down on the sofa, threw down the towel, picked up the hangover soup that Lao Shu had just brought in, and took a sip.,It's just that heart, or is the thief's heart still not dead。