C157 Ms Qiu

I held the $5 million cash in my hand and felt a little depressed, if only it were my $5 million.

However, melancholy was melancholy, imagination was imagination. After all, this was not mine, so there was no need for me to dream of getting rich.

At 3 o'clock, he drove me to the bumper harvest square at night and left.

I dragged a 24-inch suitcase to look for the golden teahouse