Taking the warehouse

Looking at the pale and thin arms, and then at the long hair, Fang woke up from his depression.,On Fang Xing's right arm, a very noticeable anchor pattern stood out. Fang Xing’s eyes narrowed, and he took a bite out of it.,Fang Xing picked up a piece of beef. In June's weather, the icy beef made his hands numb.。