Wanted Poster: Entan

Her hand, which was holding the cloth, instantly stiffened. A flash of coldness appeared in her eyes, and a playful smile curved at the corner of her lips.,The delicate lines, make one's heart race. Hair like seaweed, obscures the longed-for face.,Looking down in frustration, I repeated this man's name eight hundred times, no, I should say I cursed it eight hundred times! "Qin Jin... Chairman of the Qin Group..."。