C327 The Ubiquitous Little Ancestor

Zhang Xingyun looked at the rest of his aunt towel in the car and suddenly didn't want to clean it up anymore. He even felt that they had become a lot more pleasing to the eye, tsk tsk, a naked face-smacking.

He lit a cigarette and leaned against the car, looking at Wu Huan playfully.

Wu Huan seemed to remember to be on fire and kept looking around