C982 Jiang Zhao Is the Real Scourge

"Jiang. . . Zhao. . . " Ye Er didn't like herself either. Her voice was so weak that even she couldn't hear it clearly. She wanted to say a whole sentence, but she couldn't say a single word. Some of her consciousness had already stopped listening to her. When she saw her father, her father's embrace was actually very warm. He was calling out to her ~

But she saw the man lying on the ground