C2497 CHAPTER2497 WHICH IS MORE IMPORTANT TO ME AND THE HOLY SPRING

More and more black lines appeared on Sam Moreels's forehead.

Why was he stirring up trouble again?

How big of a deal was this? Why did he have to involve himself in such trivial matters?

Sam Moreels let out a breath of foul air. His horn subconsciously twitched as well. At this moment, he had a different feeling in his heart.

There was no need to say anything else for now