"Oh, Arvin hurts me. Help me shout, okay?" I pursed my lips slightly, wrinkled my forehead, and looked at Wang Haowen who was in an emotional state.
I’ve seen this expression in the mirror myself. Decisiveness belongs to a powerful weapon with great lethality. Tang Sike has defeated me again and again, and there is no attack without fail. "Okay, okay, I’ll help Ran Ran shout that I’m wrong and I’m wrong." Hao-wen Wang, I am in a daze in this expression,…