PREVIEW
... hand in his pocket, he strode out, behind him was the shrill, piercing scream of Song Xiangqiao struggling!
Tang Xiaohua, holding Tang Xiaocao’s hand, stood outside. The summer breeze was not at all cold, drying Tang Xiaohua’s half-wet clothes.
The sharp and painful cries of Song Xiangqiao almost tore through the seemingly peaceful black night.
At that moment, she thought back to the scene in her previous life when Song Xiangqiao visited her in prison, so arrogant and ful ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE