C249 Do You Want More?

"Miss Yang, what's going on?" Ma Weimin asked in surprise. Cold sweat was gathering on his forehead and dripping down his fat chin.

Ma Xiaoshuai was the same. They looked at Yang Jiao in fear as if they were looking at a devil.

This was unimaginable. There was an invisible barrier in front of Yang Jiao, blocking them.

Whether it was Ma Weimin, who had lived for more than 50 years