C1537 Tongue like a Spring

"Why does Fellow Taoist need to be like this? It's just a small misunderstanding between us, how can we reach the point where the sword and blade intersect? "

Luo Ang sighed lightly. His words were filled with melancholy and grief. At the same time, he poured all the dirty water on Shen Changsheng without hesitation.

It was as if everything was because of Shen Changsheng