C827 I Don't Know the Second Warlord

Mu Shuishan sat on the bed. In one hand, she held the phone as she flipped through the photos Shen Qing sent her. Her other hand was touching the cute and furry head at the side.

Mu Shuishan didn't know if it was because she had seen too many Zhan Beirong, but when she looked at the other men, none of them could make Mu Shuishan think they were passable. Mu Shuishan looked at them with disdain