C518 Combat Group

Lih Zhengting protected Nan Qiao with one hand and held the little guy tightly with the other.

Mo Jingnian was extremely anxious.

Just when everyone thought that An An was going to be attacked by this group of idle women, An An picked up a bottle of red wine and turned it around beautifully.

"Ahh!

"My dress!"

"Why would Young Master Mo like this sort of bitch?"

… ….

For a time