C1228 Chapter 1228

"Three …"

"Two …"

His voice was cold as he counted down, his expression as cold as Satan.

"I'll go..."

Zhi Qing's voice was trembling especially badly. Even her body was trembling like a sieve. "I'll go, I'll go —"

She suddenly shouted at Morrill like a little wild beast that had lost its mind, "Aren't you going to marry me? I'll help you! But, if after I marry you, you still sell him