C322 A Woman Who Cries in Her Dreams

When Jie Hann mentioned the name Xie Qingshang, a person sitting on the sofa in the corner slowly lowered his head. The dark red cigarette butt suddenly lit up in the dark, like his eyes in the dark. A silent smile curled the corners of his mouth, carrying a trace of ridicule.

"Heh heh, it's best that the policewoman isn't in my hands, otherwise … Chief, we came to Huaxia