C403 A Powerful Middleaged Man
"You've got quite the fiery spirit, little lady!" Xue Wutong sneered as he clutched Kiu Miao's wrist, his grip growing tighter by the second.
Kiu Miao winced from the pain shooting through her wrist, her brow furrowed and a spark of rage flickered in her eyes.
Unable to bear the agony any longer, she felt her delicate wrist might just shatter in Xue Wutong's grasp. Opening her mouth