C1922 Fake Mad War

The corner of Kuangzhan's mouth curled into a smile. His face no longer had the same simple and honest look as before. There was a hint of ridicule and even a hint of evil in his smile. To Li Qingniu, this was a completely unfamiliar person. In the end, he stopped because he felt that the person in front of him was a stranger.

"Are you really Kuangzhan?" Li Qingniu asked curiously