C694 Young Master His Delicate Body Is too Precious

The light of the lamp was constantly being blown by the night wind, and the moonlight was hazy. Rong Sheng was standing in the middle of a cross between the fire and the moonlight. His purple hair was fluttering in the night wind.

"Lifting money is equivalent to killing one's parents?" The youth's eyes were burning, and his voice carried a hint of a smile as well