Chapter 1241

o An Xiaotu; she had her brows furrowed, beads of sweat on her forehead, and an expression of pain. She seemed very suppressed emotionally.He was startled, sitting down beside the bed and patting her...Chapter 1241 of darkness crossing his pupils, and he mocked faintly, "Your dad must have delusions of grandeur, right" 。" Well, I agree. They've been dead for years..." 。"Xiao An turned over, closed his eyes, a...