C309 Du xiaoxiao in distress!

"Uncle!" Just as Brother Nuo was recalling, a crisp female voice came from afar. Hearing that name, Brother Nuo knew who it was. Other than Natasha, who would call him that? He quickly threw the magazine into his storage ring, and Brother Nuo's expression quickly changed from vulgar to deep. If the master of Beijing Opera saw this, he would probably admit defeat