C1091

Chapter 1091 - 1092

Ning Zheyan frowned his picturesque beautiful eyebrows, a trace of ruthlessness flashed past his eyes, but his captivating red lips revealed a hint of an evil smile, and his tone was cold and lazy: "You saved this young master, you must have taken a fancy to this young master's beauty, right?"

Hearing this, the man took the black bowl and walked out