C1270 The Lord Is a Saintly Man 12

Luckily, Ann Wuyang didn't call himself, otherwise, his old face would have been gone.

Jiang Yong laughed sinisterly.

Ann Wuyang was angrier, his face was red, and he was as far away from Jiang Yong as three peach trees.

No shame, no shame, no shame!

Ann Wuyang's ears were so red that he could feel his pulse