C387 Qing Ye

At this moment, Chen Feng, who had returned to normal, walked to the dressing mirror in Qin Yahan's room. He bent down, his face facing the mirror, cold and full of ridicule as he looked at his own face. He said, "Chen Feng, you are about to be completely finished, and you will die in the hands of your favorite woman. How do you feel? "

Chen Feng's eyes were like crescent moons on his face