C245 Peace Report

Yang Jiao nodded her head repeatedly and said, "You can say whatever you want. You can ask me to do anything..."

Suddenly, Yang Jiao stopped talking. Her voice stopped like a kite with a broken string. She looked at Ma Xiaoshuai and his father, Ma Weimin with empty eyes. There was a trace of despair in her heart.

From their eyes, Yang Jiao roughly guessed what they wanted her to do