Chapter 184

Chapter 141"Chapter 184

Zhao Ping'an had no psychological pressure at all, and directly opened his mouth, liking something meant he had to get it. Money was nothing but an external thing.ndThis is the present moment.Thefront path of the castle villa in the provincial capital.It was pitch black, and the wind rustled the grass in the field.A lone figure, as swift as the wind, walked bri...