A stuffy hum Li Chengzhu straight feel a piece of soft chest and two pieces of protrusions against himself.
Zhou Qingxuan’s face turned pale and stretched out his jade hand and patted Boss Li’s face. He shouted anxiously, "Are you all right, Patriarch?" Li Chengzhu smiled sadly. This old Zhou Zong doesn’t know how to say her. If she hadn’t dragged herself, she could have shot through Song San Xuan Yuan Ying just now.
