C86 Red Leaves and Leaves

Ling Yun's mother was not good at speaking, only the few big bosses in the world knew that.

As for the Liu steelers of Ling Yun, they were also not good to talk about, that could only depend on whether the son of Little Junior Brother, whom they liked, could satisfy them.

Ling Yun's expression was indifferent. He sat on the wheelchair and slowly pulled out the wooden sword