Sister sang went to the police station to pick up master Zhan

Sang zhirou's face was deathly pale, but in her heart, she was laughing coldly. Sang Xia, she remembered that she had once told her that if she lived at the bottom of the society, it would be fine. She had spared her life, but if she ever threatened her, she would never let her off.

"

The fork made a sharp, piercing sound as it streaked across the plate, and her eyes flashed with ruthlessness.

Sang Xia, then don't blame her for being ruthless!

"Xiao Rou?"

Tang ye noticed that her knuckles were pale and her face was pale and twisted. He frowned and looked at her in surprise.

Was there a need to?

He had never seen her in such a daze before, and it gave him an indescribable feeling.

it was as if she was no longer the sweet, quick-witted, and gentle person that she had shown before.