C57 An Identity

A pair of cold eyes with a cold luster cast a sidelong glance at Yin Lan, who was running over, without batting an eyelid.

"Master Jing." With a very oppressive gaze, Yin Lan steadily stood beside Hua Jingsheng.

"You'd better give me a perfect reason not to pursue you." Her cold voice contained a trace of anger, which sounded very scary