But now that Master Zhou son had come over, he was immediately as proud as a peacock. He seemed to be saying, Look, my backstage is here. If you don' t let me go, then you will definitely feel better!
Jingyang fiercely shot him a glance. He really was a prison head without any backbone!
"What? Master Zhou I' m here to redeem myself?" Jingyang saw his aggressive appearance, he simply motioned for someone to move a stool and sit there to drink tea. The smell of tea mixed with the unpleasant smell of blood spread to one's nose, making one feel nauseous.
"What's wrong with the head of the prison? Are you going to arrest him? "What's going on?"
Jingyang cup of tea was placed down." What have they done? Do they still need to report to your Master Zhou? "I actually didn' t know that this Hany
