the image was of the corridor of the purple air from the east hotel, where song fengwan was pushed down the stairs ...
and the person behind her!
it was his own face!
"ah, yingluo."
she cried out in shock. it was as if she was holding a hot potato in her hand. she threw the phone away and her expression was twisted.
he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his entire body was cold!
his brain buzzed and completely exploded.
it was impossible!
where did he find it?
'i'm finished ...'
the crowd was still thinking about what kind of evidence jiang duanyan would bring when the police arrived, but they were frightened by nie xi's scream.
" wu, wu, wu. " little yan was eating a cake. his hand trembled, and the cream rubbed against his chest. he pouted in protest.
was this woman crazy? what was she doing?
