Jiang Mingzhu Zhou L

Her voice was very low, speaking softly and getting quieter and quieter, like she might cry at any moment.,Ginger Mingzhu hid around the corner, pricking up her ears to listen to what she was saying.,"As for Zhou Li, with that black face and bad temper of his, if he didn't have money or connections, who would even look at him He'd probably end up as a duck."。