Previous chapter:
Chapter 398: Fifth World: Hangover Cure?
Next chapter:
Chapter 400: Fifth World: Mist of Death
PREVIEW
... the victim's gazes fell on Qie Xieling's chest before looking away feigning ignorance. How was one supposed to say such a thing? Sorry, I hit your son while I was in berserk mode? Those words wouldn't come out of Wen Qinxi's mouth even if he was beaten.
"Uh.... um, here is the thing," said Qie Xieling his speech incoherent when a sudden realization struck him. "Wait, how did you know I was hurt?"
Wen Qinxi had been looking away while pretending to be innocent like this entire sit ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE