C900 Armor-dropping

Jiujiu kept staring at Jiujiu with her eyes wide open. She wanted to tell Yan Qingyan that she genuinely liked him. Those so-called Gaofujun were just excuses.

Yan Qingyan didn't give Jiujiu a chance to speak. Before she even said anything, he had already sentenced her to death.

"Come on, you don't have to say it, Jiujiu. From now on, you must be happy." Yan Qingyan retreated step by step