C72 Slave Fruit

The group of people looked at Hee Shiming as if they were looking at a retard.

You crippled his son.

In the end, you didn't apologize and didn't compensate, and you still wanted him to thank you?

Zhang Deshu squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Brat, are you tired of living? Someone, come and help me …"

"Wait!"

Hee Shiming reached out his hand to stop them