C1173 Angry Dugu Lingxian

Speak of the devil, the devil is here.

A cold voice came from the door. Zhang Yuanbai strode in and slapped the phone away from Dugu Lingxian's hand.

The weak phone fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The screen on it split into countless pieces, just like Dugu Lingxian's heart at this moment.

"You!"

Feeling the pain from her hand being hit