C536 Myxin of shengjia

Old Master Sheng sat on the sofa with his hands on his walking stick. His neatly combed hair was a bit messy. A calm expression appeared on his face as he looked at his beloved kneeling in front of him. His aura was that of an iron horse and spear, pressing down on his beloved to the point where she couldn't even breathe.

Qin Hanze sat to the side. His features were deep