gossip."Mr. President, you called us"Mr. Chen, the manager who entered the room, was about forty years old. He was thin and tall, looking somewhat malnourished, but his sharp eyes glinted with a hint...Three girls standing beside Song Gefei stepped forward at the same time, determined to outshine Ou Yan!

My three friends, one studied Taekwondo, one studied kickboxing, and one studied mixed martial arts...

Song Ge Fei’s tone was quite arrogant, “If you beg for mercy now, it might still be in time… I can let them go easy on you, on the condition that you kneel down and kowtow to me three times.”

“Are you trying to get people to worship you after your death, or do you think you're a Buddha If you want to fight, just do it. Stop talking nonsense.” opened the evidence sent by Ou Yan, each piece, every page, filled her with anger.After a while, she called her brother Feilong and asked him to come back home.She opened her computer again, her fing...