C460 Mourinho's will

Qiao Xin'ang grabbed a box of tissues in a flurry and pressed his head down a little while wiping it. "If your head is too high and blood is flowing in reverse, it'll be terrible if the windpipe gets clogged up …"

Mu Zhengyan lowered his head to look at the surging career line.

He finally understood why the heavens were praising Qiao Xin'ang.

The body of a devil, a baby face, perfect for crime