C728 His Blood

The leaflets were printed on a temporary basis.

The typography is messy and the style is rough. You don't have to get close to smell the pungent smell of printing ink.

These conditions seemed tempting, and even Jiang Wu was vaguely tempted, let alone a couple with ordinary financial conditions.

Jin Zuo looked over from the corner of his eye — —

There weren't many people in the blood donator