C67 Intercept

"Heh, don't even mention robbing the girl, it should be robbing the prostitute. Xia Wanqing, I didn't expect that you would be so depressed." Xia Wanhe mocked.

However, she could not let them succeed. At the very least, she smiled brightly and said, "How am I unrelated to you? Also, I really do not know you. Little girl