C32 It Would be Best If He Died of Illness!

When Moh Feicheng heard Si Nan's words, he couldn't help but clench his fist tightly. What the hell was this detestable Su Xiaomian doing? Was she trying to make him disappear?

He did not have the time to play such a boring game with her.

"I have sent people to the house Su Xiaomian rented previously. There is no one there