C539 Li Qinghao's Counterattack

The butterfly shook, spread its wings, and flew away …

Lee Qinghao slowly stood up and raised his head to look at the butterfly that left. His turbid eyes gradually became determined, bright and gloomy …

When the butterfly had completely disappeared, Lee Qinghao lowered his head and shot me a glance. His cold face slowly raised a faint sneer, as if he was looking at a prey