C159 Trouble One

Fake?

Mu Qing lowered her eyebrows and smiled. Is that so?

In the past two years, the value of friendship between them was merely the price of words and a meal.

When the man standing at the corner saw this scene, the smoke in his hand circled around his fingertips. Under the dim light, the red tongue appeared even brighter, like the color of a flickering red agate