C586 Even If You Lose a Strand of Your Hair I'll Still Feel Sorry for You

After entering the living room, Hee Xian did not let go of Fu Shuang's wrist.

Fu Shuang was pulled by him until she staggered twice. She was sweating and breathing slightly.

She complained at the top of her voice, "Grandpa Hee, you control Xian. This guy relied on his height and long legs to bully us who are short. You see