C88 Blue and White Porcelain

The quiet and tranquil atmosphere on the street changed.

Huang Shaotian sized up the thugs who were rolling around on the street, as well as his friend who drove away without saying a word. He only had one thought in his mind: Today's pills!

Dong!

Zheng Feiyue punched Huang Shaotian once, and Huang Shaotian slid down the sports car. His face was pale