C189 A B-type Blood Relative

Ling Feng felt like he was going to go crazy from this man's torture. He was already in a bad mood, and he was no longer in a good mood after this incident. No matter what, he couldn't find any clues.

Ling Feng sat down on the sofa in frustration. This man! If he caught him, he would definitely die a horrible death!

Eh, what was at Duan Siyue's door? From where Ling Feng was sitting