C407 There Is a Way
Xiao LingTong started drinking his wine, and his eyes were fixed on the blood-red color. Zhang Xiaomao felt that it was strange. Ever since he had entered this house, he had always felt that Xiao LingTong was always looking at the blood-red color. Could there be something between Xiao LingTong and the blood-red color?
Impossible, Zhang Xiaomao shook his head