C52 Scoundrel Old Man

It was early autumn and the weather was much cooler. After staying in the hospital for a few days, Lu Qinan's heart also became colder and colder.

In the ward, the two of them, one big and one small, were playing games face to face.

Hugs were very quick to throw skills, but they still could not escape the fate of being controlled by Wang Zhaojun