However, sitting in the cold hall watching TV for more than three hours, Leng Bingliang, who was originally said to be out soon, was nowhere to be seen.
No matter how much she could bear it, she was impatient. Besides, she couldn't bear it at all.
At this time, waves of fragrance floated in the air, and she fainted softly.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself locked in a dark and cold prison, fixed on a cross.
Next to her is Xia Moli, who is still in a coma.
Before she could question, the cell door opened, and five people from the Leng family filed in.
Their faces have expressions full of their own styles, warm, lazy, cold (facial paralysis is more suitable for him), clean, bloodthirsty...
"What do you mean?" This completely overturned their god-like image in her heart.
"I want to make a deal with you" Leng Bingyun said