C1173 Angry Dugu Lingxian
Speak of the devil, the devil is here.
A cold voice came from the door. Zhang Yuanbai strode in and slapped the phone away from Dugu Lingxian's hand.
The weak phone fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The screen on it split into countless pieces, just like Dugu Lingxian's heart at this moment.
"You!"
Feeling the pain from her hand being hit