C373 B Tch You're Courting Death!

The natural instinct of a woman made Faang Xiaoran think that the woman leaning close in Shen Zichuan's arms was Jiang Manye. This woman with a cold and flamboyant face must be Jiang Manye.

At this moment, Faang Xiaoran felt as if her heart had been pierced by a bullet. Blood flowed like a river.

Because she saw Jiang Manye's hands on Shen Zichuan's neck