C317 He Drew His Sword Once More
"Rubbish, pour me a glass of water!"
The well-maintained woman took a step forward and opened the bedroom door.
Yan JiLiang's palm, which was holding the phone, tightened slightly. He expressionlessly got up to pour two glasses of water and sent it to the bedroom door.
"A dead face. Who are you mourning for?"
Rong JiaoJiao took the cup of water with dissatisfaction