tell Grandpa... I'm not angry." She wouldn't dare to be angry with the old man.Jun Zhi Mu stared at her intently. He knew she wouldn't be angry with Grandpa, just like he had done so many things to...When she woke up the next day, Qiao Bao'er felt like her right hand was useless.

Her whole right arm ached so badly she suspected she wouldn't even have the strength to hold chopsticks now.

A wave of resentment surged to her forehead. She stared at the ceiling for a long time, and she swore that if she had a gun in her hand right now, she would shoot several big holes into it.

Whenever she heard that voice, her blood pressure would skyrocket.

You scoundrel! You bastard!

If she hadn't practiced karate since she was a child, an ordinary woman couldn't have held on for so long. There's a sense that he wants to rush things, or perhaps he's just playing with her.

The club's head shooting coach even added her on WeChat, and this burly, large-framed coach greeted her with a very friendly expression, saying, 'Don't forget to come on time next week.'

"I'm so mad! I slammed my left hand against the door, "Hey—"

The elderly man inside seemed unwilling to pay her any attention. He just gave a cold and indifferent response. Hearing Jun Zhim牧's complaint, "Buy me some fried noodles tomorrow,"

Tomorrow, tomorrow I have to make breakfast for him!!!roll over and dodge. She watched the menacing shadow of the female wild man fall on the ground, fear stopping her even from breathing.On the brink of death, she froze.And at that moment, Samba's mass...