C1797 The Killer Was in Love(1)

Minako furrowed her delicate brows and her bright eyes were filled with doubt. Why would he ask such an idiotic question? Could it be that his intelligence was really questionable?

Thinking of this, Minako could not help but feel a little self-satisfied. The word "discussing" was really too f * cking appropriate. She was becoming more and more proficient in the usage of Mandarin.

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