C540 The distribution of power in chuzhou city

"Then where did this old fogey come from?" Qian pointed at the old man on the bed.

Ji Xiangchuan retreated a few steps back, lowered her head, and no longer spoke.

When Wang Qian wasn't angry, he was a teenager with white lips and red teeth. Once he got angry, Ji Xiangchuan would feel like he was facing a monster that had its mouth wide open.

At this time, Wang Qian woke Su Su up