C765 Are You Used to Living in a Prison?

Zhan Qian was a beauty.

Tall and beautiful.

The coat was in autumn or winter, and the boots were knee-high. With clear facial features and cold eyes, it was like a supermodel.

It was a breathtaking sight, a bone-piercing charm!

At this moment, in the eyes of the twisted Angel, all of these people who were better than her deserved to die …

"Tsk tsk." Big Miss An, if you are innocent