C740 It Has Nothing to Do with Singing

No wonder what the song had just remembered was a mess.

This Chu Huaizhang, he deserved to die!

"Cough, cough …" "Let go!"

Confined in his arms, Mo Qingge struggled with all her might, unable to contain her anger.

Gu Meishan's fingers curled up tightly as a trace of somber killing intent flashed in his cold eyes. "Chu HuaiShang