C595 He Sent Demons and Devils to Hell

On the big square, the cold wind was blowing.

Although the sun was shining all over his body, Moh Yehan still felt cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was like a dirty little thief, hiding in a corner, watching her appear and leaving.

He didn't go forward to say a word, not even revealing his face. He didn't have the face to stand in front of her again