C419 Murder

Mo Huan lowered his head and smiled to himself.

The laughter was clear and melodious, but it carried a sense of disappointment and resentment.

She lifted her hand to ruffle her long hair, and when she raised her eyes again, they were filled with a venomous look.

Through the operating room door, she could see Jiang Wu lying on the operating table, and the child that was about to die