C437 Rescue fan ying

Those greasy hands were getting closer and closer to Fan Ying's collar.

Ye Ziyang's heart was improving bit by bit. He slowly reached his hand to his waist, hiding a handgun there.

What he didn't know was that inside the room, Fan Ying's heart was also raised high.

If the skinny monkey made any move, she could jump.

Plop!

Plop!

It was unknown who's heart was beating