C137 Can't Win!
The girl once again positioned two fingers on her temples and unleashed a horrific psychic assault on Ye Qinghui.
How could such a dreadful psychic onslaught possibly allow for any peace of mind?
It was impossible, absolutely impossible.
Did Ye Qinghui care? Did it matter to him? Did he take her seriously?
When his head throbbed with pain
