C1716 How dare You Spoil My Good Fortune I will Beat You to Death

After the torrential storm, Hee Miaoyi was like a rag doll with wounds all over her body. She was lying lifelessly on the bed.

At the side, Yang Faan put on his clothes with a cold face and said disdainfully to her on the bed.

"Fuck, like a dead man. Not interested at all."

"Let me tell you, President Zhao has already asked me