C327 The Ubiquitous Little Ancestor

Zhang Xingyun looked at her remaining aunt towel and suddenly didn't want to clean it up anymore. She even thought that they looked a lot more pleasing to the eye, tsk tsk, a naked face-slapping.

He lit a cigarette and leaned against the car, looking at Wu Huan playfully.

Wu Huan was furious now. Her eyes constantly glanced around. Zhang Xingyun understood what he meant and said with a smile