"yes."

Nanmen Yan curled his lips slightly, "Do I, Nanmen Rong, want any girl?

Kill two people and you will ask me to surrender?

ridiculous!"

"Dad, how can you talk like this?

We are all your family."

The man who looked like a young master shouted.

There is another young master who has never spoken, and I don’t know which wife he was born to.

Several young ladies and young ladies were crying.

A lady was holding her seven or eight-year-old son, shrinking into a ball.
Chapter completed!